i am not a crying shame
though rivulets of salty tears fall
down my cheeks endlessly.
i am not a firebrand
even thought i slam my fists down
upon the heads of those with porcelain
crowns of power.
i am a basket of labels,
weaved with the branded skeins of
my hardships.
4 Comments
Livsnjutare (#words)
oh!! I love this, it's wonderful! <3
Madelyn (Carolina Girl)
Part two of my life story is out
ice_age2019
It's a really wonderful piece showing pride and motivation. By the way thank you for motivating me. :)
Lilygreen
This is beautiful. The perfection of weaving together the known and unknowns of yourself poetically is a very unique idea, and I applaud you for it.