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Shaikyrra Sep 2019
A man and a woman who didn’t love each other right,
Spent many nights picking pointless fights,
To much time in darkness without any light,
Instead of leaving each other, they conceived a child.

What they did not know,
How fast it takes to grow,
Before that child knows,
How their love really goes.

That girl was brought into a world,
With no chance of being a little girl,
Stuck in a world that is tainted black,
And a place where you cannot come back.

Every night nothing but tears flowed down,
And the heavy sobs were the only sound,
That broke up the silence throughout the night,
This poor child had to fight for her life.

Everyday that girl went to school to see,
All of the other children with such great families,
She was having a lot of trouble at home,
Just to come to a place where she felt all alone.

No one to comfort her,
Oh how she wished they could have,
Then maybe that girl would have,
Never felt pain in the way,
As if it were her last days.
This was a reflection piece written about a time in my life where I felt I couldn’t escape.  Hope you enjoy it’s deep qualities.
Shaikyrra Sep 2019
I was sad but now I laugh,
I overcame the life I had,
Instead of being defined by the past,
I want to make things in life last.

I’ am independently me,
The very best version of myself that I could be.
I can rise above the abuse and hate,
For my minds in a better place.

I am not a toy I will not be played,
I’ll never bow down to a word you say,
Unlike many woman I will not stay,
For I am unmoldable, the opposite of clay.

No one in life will get me down,
I will stand up tall and proud,
Shout out to the rooftops outloud,
For who I truly am is found.

I love to be creative and unique,
Show men that a woman’s talent has diversity.
I do not depend on my exterior,
But rather focus on my interior being clearer.

For what’s in my soul truly matters,
Doesn’t depend which part of me is flatter,
For I love myself for every flaw,
Hoping one day you’ll see me the same way I saw.
This particular poem is about triumph and positivity.  It also displays a transition into self lovery.

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