I am the degree seeking dropout; who still has a chance to be great.
I am the single mother who has to work four times as hard over a free set of hands.
I am the daughter; no one remembered to support.
The sister they look up to, but dispise my efforts.
I am love that’s been tainted and forced to conform; but failed to change.
I am slavery, struggling to be free.
I’m desperate to stay this beautiful me.
I am honored that my ancestors chose me.
I am pure as newborn.
I am soft as Kleenex.
I am misunderstood; but seek understanding.
I am nature bundled up in nerves.
I forgive you for…
Thinking you were too hard to love.
Feeling ugly most days.
Feeling less of a mother not to be able to train a boy into the father for my seed; feeling guilty that I let him leave.
Overworking yourself and not resting.
Being blinded from those who do care.
It’s not you’re fault…
you’re still growing.