Before age, I was delicate
oddly fragile to the harshness
of this unconventional
vast of humans.
Before feeling self-love
I bashed my sad reflection
continuously with
unsolicited opinions
from a broken society.
Before realizing that
some men's forever last
up to their ejaculation
I waited next to my phone
for his aroused tone.
Before knowing that family
doesn't necessarily translate
to the blood cruising
through my veins,
I met and lost my family.
Before I calculated my worth
abusive hands had tried
to subtract it
with the help of a loose
cursed tongue.
Before I made peace
with being within my black skin
I counted the set of eyes
that dwelled longer on the
imperfection I was.
Mine :)
*This piece was inspired by the ever amazing @mariannewest through the daily prompt.
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