Born into the world




Doctor tells her mother that she gave birth to a fighter

She is four year old

Her mother recites bedtime stories to her each night

They become her truth

She is eight years old

She makes mistakes

She thinks fireflies

Are stars

Her father tells her to get her head of the clouds

Girl is fourteen

Confused and frustrated

She failed her math quiz

The boy doesn’t like her

Girl is seventeen

She tells a boy no

And it is not enough

Bruises form as quickly as the camera phones are wiped out

Take a picture before her wounds wake her


Innocence gone

Fireflies are no longer stars

Bedtime stories are no longer her truths

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