daraja [COMPLETED✅]

Bent

Beaten down.

Body shaking,

sweat pouring from

my skin,

sweat pouring from

my brow.

My back is rough

and calloused.

My back is bent

and twisted.

Atop it sits a burden

I never asked to bear.

And when my momma

says it's just a phase,

she adds a pebble.

And when my daddy

says I'm not his child,

he adds a rock.

And when my heart is

broken by the boy who

I thought gave a damn about

how I felt,

a whole mountain is slammed

upon my creaking, cracking bones.

I never asked to fall in love

with the way he smiles,

with the way he laughs,

with the way he looks at

me like I'm the rising sun that

brings him light when I'm

only the sunset that brings him darkness.

I have already scarred my own

body time after time

and you don't get to lace it with

anymore lashes.

I have beaten my body bloody

night after night

and you don't get to cut me

up to cut me down.

My back is bent from the weight

that others have placed on it.

The stones that fall from their

cracked mouths and add up

every moment.

But I will drop this crushing

force from my body because

one day,

the pebbles,

the rocks,

the stones,

and the mountains

will roll right off me.