Sometimes it hits me like a heavy load of bricks.. leaving me to pick up the sticks and carry on to the best of my ability.
Dear younger me, I write this message to you with pure sincerity. How does it feel to be so disconnected from who I am now? I allowed the playful and most happiest parts of me to drown, with the hectic ways of the world tearing me down.
I do my best to turn my frown upside down.. believing in an old dream makes me feel like a clown.
Dress me in funny looking clothes and paint my face all over, call me names and laugh until you're made back sober, at least I'll be seen.
Dear future me, does it still sting when you think about what you wanted to be? Are we still silently suffering or have we finally spoke up about the things only God has seen.
The thoughts in my brain rapidly skip like stones in the stream of my tears. Every new year brings stronger feelings of despair.
I feel so broken.
Yet I still collect the remains of myself, putting piece by piece in arrange to reject the unspoken and reflect a girl who's just waiting to open..
- Donna
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PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts of a young black girl, expressing herself in a very open and honest way about her experiences and feelings.
