when i was 5 years old
i learned what selfish meantin an array of
fuck you's and "love affairs"
selfish was the bad word
no one chose to mentioni remember when i
asked my parents
what it meanta day after
a night filled with voices
like loud gunshotshow that word came with
shivering shoulders
and doors to hide behindi remember how one night
i promised god
i wouldn't be selfishthat my family
is better than any boyfriendwhen i was 7 years old
suicide joined my dictionarythere were notebooks
filled with sad lies
black and white pictureson how
i'm not finei remember
how much i threatened
deaththat it was my first option
before livinghow much i
paper cut my own handshow much i
cried myself a riverat 9 years old
they told me
what i saw
was
rapethey told me
he wasn't the
superhero
that i always thought he wasbut then again
he had always
been the bad guy
in all of my movieswatching his wrists
be chained up
for a claim
i'll never know
if trueat 10 years old
we loved to throw around
the word: slutthen again
the word slut
had always been the ball
we loved to throw
at each otherat age 11
they told me
about resilienceand how it didn't matter
on how hard i could punchbut how hard i can
get punchedat 13
i learned the word
survivoron how to save up my tears
on how to hold a house
togetheron how to
get throughyou
i learned
it is possible for
a creator to
hate their workfor them to shred it apart
and expect it to
always glue
itself back togetherand as i turned 14
in a year filled with changesfilled with leaving
filled with promises
filled with transformationsi learned
the word
ageand how to fit
in the shoes,
of 14at 14
i learned
the word strengthi learned how strong i am
without youi learned
it is possible
to miss somebody
with every bit
of fiber in you
with every cell
and every atombut i learned
it is the
only thing
making me
strongerstrong enough
to stand
strong enough
to get upstrong enough
to rise from the ashes
of a home that burnt downand strong enough
to keep fightingand as a 14 year old
i know i'll only keep getting stronger.
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the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.