Bulletproof
They call me bulletproof. Little do they know...
By Sarah DevinePublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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If I am bulletproof
It is because
I built a shield
From all the bullets
They pulled out of me.
Their fingers searched desperately
For the metal
Hidden deep in my psyche.
Every word, action,
That had reduced me to nothing
A bleeding mess
Was recovered—
But not removed.
They remain
Over my skin
Armour.
This is what makes me a warrior.
So when they say
I am bulletproof,
Impenetrable,
Infallible,
Invincible,
I smile.
The truth is far more powerful.
I am strong
Because I have been broken.
I have been riddled
With bullets
And somehow
Stayed on my feet.
I am not bulletproof—
But I feel it.
That's enough.
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About the Creator
Sarah Devine
Actor. Dreamer. Poet. Writer. Bisexual. Activist. Movie lover. Dancer. Lover. Fighter. Dog mother. Woman. Human.
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