WORDS
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But it's the words you say
That break me down the most
Sometimes I wonder if you like watching me bleed
Lying there on the concrete floor
Back against the wall
Fighting and fighting for breath
So I ask again, do you like to watch me bleed
My anger has taken root like the weeds outside
Falling deeper and deeper
Words that kill
Words that heal
And words, you like, to say, to me.
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Being The Ugly Black Woman
PoetryBeing the ugly black woman is a poetry book about overcoming past scars that lock you down. It's about embracing yourself as a woman of color and a human being. Realizing yourself as a person of power, confidence and also your weaknesses.finding you...
