Byefelicia
You can think I'm
a random *****
as you try to wave me
from your view,
be dismissive as you attempt
to make me feel small.
You can try and take it
but I've earned this name
and I won't ever feel ashamed.
Don't you know?
I've laid my heart on concrete,
and waited for the other foot to fall.
I've been spewed out and crushed,
and still came out okay.
I've been called a waste of skin,
ridiculed for the
line work of my lips,
the curled 'S' of my Spanish hip.
And I never once flinched.
I am more than just
a trend in this wide web,
more than just
a moment's imperfection.
I am a daughter of the moon,
a laughing poet,
living an ancient fate.
I shout secret voodoo curses
that merge into stories
onto pages.
I am a huntress of words,
a cautionary tale,
a
lifelong
love song.
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