ChildhoodTrauma

I was a loner. From the beginning Ganeered strength to always walk alone That morning, my hairs stood, my heart rushed He was lurking behind

I do not have the strength, To wrestle for space; In anyone’s heart, anyone’s mind, If you want to leave then so be it. I

One day I decided to draw myself, All I needed was a white paper and crayons. I laboriously doodled, Despite my shaky hands. As shapes

Like Jonah who fled the God’s voice, They turned from her as if by choice. A daughter born with moonlit skin, Yet marked by pox;

Memory affirms, Memory reminds, It takes us back, To the landscapes of the past; To glean and learn. This brings back texture, The ways our

When love abandoned me, I walked away, Down unfamiliar streets, Searching for a new family, A new place to stay. The cold, unyielding world, Stretched

I wish you held me once, more closely Caressed me beautifully like I was golden I wish I made you smile; wholly I wish I

I have never experienced a family’s love, Forced to live a life that was not mine, From childhood, I was shaped and molded, Yet left

The mirror is no longer our foe, Our eyes hold kindness for our reflection. We no longer look for perfection; We rather hold our flaws

My first cry was met with ecstasy, I was promptly dressed in tattered clothes, A lost stitch, a thread exposed, Fabric to be tested by