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Growing
I am not the strong woman I was created to be.
Instead,
I am this fragile log,
Who wears her feelings on her sleeves,
And can barely keep a straight face.
I am not the young girl I used to be.
Instead,
My carelessness has been replaced with insecurities,
And my innocence has been taken away.
I am not the girl I wish I was.
My body doesn’t live up to my family’s expectations;
My skin is too dark,
With too many blemishes,
And not enough curves.
My voice,
Too deep,
Too weak,
With this weird dialect,
And not yet ready to take a stand.
My world is spinning on a different axis.
And I cannot control it yet.
I am not sure what I am doing.
But I know I’m creating my own path,
Full of twists and turns,
Many ups and downs,
Like a rollercoaster.
I am sure my time will come,
I will bloom into the daisy I was planted to be.
But for now.
I am not a strong woman,
I am a sensitive seed who is growing and glowing.
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