Why must you be insulting?
What makes you judge what is right and what is wrong?
You look at me in disgust, you look at me without a sign of love.
Just because my body is different, just because I have an odd shape.
Your mouth spits out lies as you repeat I am not worth it.
Your face is hard,your eyes are mean.
You are covered in your own imperfection.
You do this because I talk different, because I walk strange.
You say those words to my face to prove that you are better.
You say those words behind my back to make yourself bigger.
Why do you make me believe your words? How is that possible?
The words that run deep down my body, the words that stabbed me
Just like a knife, leading to cutting myself, leading to hating every inch.
The words that you insisted of calling me every day
The words that turned me down,flat on the ground,inside and out.
Every day as you took a piece of me, a piece of me was broken.
How did I give you the power to run my life?
I sit in this corner looking at the dark shadow and little light.
I shake my knees as I get up with my weak bones.
All that is left of me are thick lines and little confidence
But as I stand up,as I put one foot in front of the other, I go towards the light
I feel the last piece of darkness within me and let go
Not cutting,not jumping,not falling apart,I let go to slam the door behind me
The first light is hard,it feels like water in a desert,like a flower in Spring.
I rip off those labels you gave me, I gently take some of them away
You are not a part of me anymore, you are a distant past
Your words come from time to time and at every chance I knock them down
You and no one like you has the key,the power,the final call
I am not a judge,I am myself. I only label myself.
And I choose Love.
By: Ariadna Arredondo
The Always Believer
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