I was smote by words
As a soldier with bullets
‘Til I harnessed their power
And they slight retreated lest
I would fire back
Then they came for my freedom
But they did not prevail;
No rights were forsaken
Because time outran evil
......
Once lit vibrantly in the day
now my colors fall away.
Freezing wind tears at my skin,
embarrassed in front of all the hens.
Circling eyes of green and blue,
I'm left alone without a hue.
Never to be truly free,
hiding away, inside of a tree,
hoping they will never find
......
My skinny legs, my skinny legs
Echoes of my childhood days
With legs like broomsticks
And taunts along the way
Boys will be boys,
Always teasing little girls
I know I was there
As there was nowhere else to go
......
I don't have thick skin
I feel the bite of your words
They strike like a wrought iron whip
My outside is weak
But what counts is within
I don't have thick skin
But your attempt is no use
I don't have thick skin
Cause inside I'm immune
......
Why do you call me crazy
Is it just to try to distance yourself from my mind
I'll let you know now
That nothing you do makes you look worse
Than putting other people down
All the ways I thought you'd love me
Come crumbling down when you approach me
I try to be myself and love you unconditionally
But I guess not everyone will be kind
......
I was smote by words
As a soldier with bullets
‘Til I harnessed their power
And they slight retreated lest
I would fire back
Then they came for my freedom
But they did not prevail;
No rights were forsaken
Because time outran evil
......
The same smiling girl,
At night has eyes filled with tears ;
She would have nightmares,
Which were sufficed with her fears ;
No one heard her silent plead,
To help her when she was in need ;
As she falls deep into the dark hole,
With no light left in her soul ;
No one saw the little girl,
......
Have you ever noticed her cracked lips
Bruises on her arms
Stress lines and eye bags
Or those tear-filled eyes at night
With those hollow eyes and cheeks
That forced smile remained still
She was born a fighter
But she learned to 'survive'
......
When you said "I hate you
And you are not much of a poet
I thought "Funny you're not much of
A person"
Then laughed
In the past forty years,
You have haunted me
Yr voice echoes thru my dreams
And the vision of yr ugly face
Keep my tears streaming on my pillow
I hope yr life is miserable
For you destoryed mine
And kept me in fear all this time
One day, you will longer be living
I'll be smiling because you can't injure my psyche
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