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Olvie Brown Poem
To my future daughter.
This world is a disgusting place
This world will not allow you to be fragile
I have grown to learn.
You and I are made of iron and steel.
I have several dents but no one has managed to break me.
I have pieces that have been chipped away but as my mother always told me it shows how strong we truly are.
I've fought my way through life as it tried to drag me down with temptation and lust.
I've fought wars within myself because I wished to be made of satin and silk.
I've tried to cover my tough skin with a fragile exterior but that doesn't work for us, dear.
Our hearts have a way to beam with light.
We are here to help people heal both body and mind
And I am so so so very sorry to have to tell you
That you can not heal those who wish to stay wounded.
You will try to stay and help them,
But they will curse you even with their dying breath.
Even if you have spent countless hours taking care of them, making sure they are fed.
Bathed.
Clothed.
They will still blame you for their misery.
Your heart is one most rare,
It is both a curse and a blessing.
There is no way to block it.
I've tried to block it out with cigarettes, drugs, and liquor.
But I am afraid there is no cure for those pure of heart.
You will see the good in everyone.
Even the blackest of hearts.
It will make you vulnerable.
It will cause you to go blind to their cruelty.
It will break your heart in every way imaginable.
And in the end, you will still be able to stand,
And laugh in the face of their hate,
Because they don't see their own beauty,
They don't see their own light,
So they continue to live in darkness.
They continue to hate what they cannot see.
Keep your heart close to you always.
But never be afraid to love,
I wish for you to love fearlessly and unforgivingly.
Never let someone define your worth,
Live as though you are scared of nothing.
Laugh like a lunatic and smile all the time.
Allow yourself to show compassion and forgiveness even when it is not deserved.
Your mom is always here for you,
And i will never let you fall too hard.
But you do have to fall sometimes
But only sometimes.
i beg you
never forget
you aren't made of wood and clay
or from bricks and mortar
Nor silver and gold.
But of iron and steel.
Copyright © Olvie Brown | Year Posted 2018
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