I am met with a tidal wave of words
You do not stop in your onslaught
Of negative commentaries
I will never be enough to please you
You fail to see the eloquence of my intelligence
I do not fit your cookie cutter mold of expectations
Failing to be the person you want
But I…
I am a strong woman
I am my own woman
I am fucking fantastic
I cannot…and will not…. Be touched by your negative storm
I refuse.
Yes. I am marked by the world
Scars and ink tell my story
My voice carrying the strengths of trials overcome
And you…
You fail to see who I am here
Stuck in your picture perfect
Yearbook of my life
You refuse to glimpse the woman I am
Only seeing the child I have ceased to be.
I wish I could share this with you
My strength – my joy – my passion
My me.
But you only reject this
You fear what you struggle to comprehend
And yet you refuse to sit, to listen, to learn.
I am no longer that little girl
I am a woman
I may never be enough to please you
But I am finally enough to please me.
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