Look at her now
She grew up seeing things she shouldn't have seen.
She grew up hearing things she shouldn't have heard.
She seen cycles she thought weren't normal that continued to be a pattern.
She always thought to herself that'll never be me.
She thought it'd never be her.
She thought she would've been strong enough & wise enough to not fall into those same patterns.
Look at her now.
I guess it's hereditary.
She didn't think it would be her to continue down the same path.
But look at her now. -J.S.
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Bare Soul
PoetryMy Bare Soul can be found at the pit of the glistening waterfalls where my words reside. My loud vulnerability. My truth that I do not hide. My voice although unheard, my words make it come alive. Although it trembles, my hand or pen in it never sha...
