the most underestimated beings,
free-spirited and worthy as we are,
are endlessly tied down under blanketed layers of assumed incompetence.
those feeble-minded people weighing us down with judgment
neglect to realize that our colorful souls are filled and growing
with rarities and strengths weaved into our fragile skins.
as you knew me or as you’ll know me,
I am not a victim to naivety but rather a subdued creature who chooses wisely
her battles and who she deems worthy enough to waste or spend time, breath, and energy on.
just because I bruise easily does not make me weak.
if you asked me about my vulnerabilities,
I’d display them side by side, neatly on a shelf for you and all to see.
strength is having nothing to hide from yourself or the world;
strength is acceptance and an open mind.
I know my soft spots radiate from within me
and my scars create the beautiful flaws that coat my rare skin.
I’m tired of circling around the same dead ends,
and getting lost in tiny cul-de-sacs of fear of commitment, underestimation, and lust.
I am not a catch, you can’t hold me down.
let me go or ******* fight for me.
I am worth so much more than what wandering eyes degrade me to and how carelessly immature boys handle my crystal heart.
I am not held down by any entity or force besides my own and whatever else I choose to absorb.
I am endlessly free and growing.
I am vivid watercolors and a force as radiant and moving and the moon.
do not shroud my essence or shadow my path.
either let me go or run undeniably by my side.
I am dusting off your marks and the past which has held me down and back,
and I am sprinting in the opposite direction
down a road without an end in sight.