Bones of Porcelain

They say my bones are as fragile as porcelain.

“Like fine China,” they whisper. Even a little

trip, my bones will break, they say I am too

weak and fragile to do anything, but they don’t

know, yes they see me fall and break my legs

yes they see me trip and break my arms

but they don’t see when I get up

no I don’t stay on the ground and cry,

I stand up and face the pain, because in this

world everyone expects me to stay on the

ground and cry, surprise the world and get up,

get up and show them even if your bones are

weak and fragile you still get up and fight

because the ones who fall and rise are stronger

than the ones who never fell, yes my bones

are weak and fragile and I have fallen many

times but I am stronger than the ones who

never fall.