“I am more than how you choose to see me. And I am not reducing this whole body of mine to a scale from one to ten. You can give me a mark on how I spell my words, but you can not correct my tongue. For I am standing up for the soul that is being born each day, in billion shades of wonderful. I am still trying to find myself and you will not define the time I stop.”
The words that burst out of my mouth.
Things school never taught me.
Thoughts that haunt me.
This is no poem.
Yet for me it is more than that.