You are tough
You weren’t born that way
You came out soft and squishy
And full of fantasies
And you tasted just like sugar
Like melted sugar
And rainbows shot from your eyes in the middle of a hurricane
Then it started
the dying
You realized people did very bad things
That people died for no reason
You realized you were someone to be understood only by a few
And you tried for years to understand why
And tried for years to tell yourself you’d be ok
We’d all be ok and you’d make sure of it
You hid in your silence
In your fear of connecting the wrong things once again
You hid in your stereotypes
Black violence with White credit score
Then the armor came
It collected over the years
You watched and saw how others made it through
You ate
And skipped meals
You slept to help skip them
You skipped em to feed your baby
You skipped em to find love
Then you clung to the illusion that someday you might be good enough
But you, my beautiful tattered soul,
have always been good enough
Since the day rainbows shot out of your big brown eyes
And even the day they started going dim you were still brighter than the north star
You have survived things and never stopped rebuilding
You tear down your walls over and over
And when you rebuild
You don’t rebuild selfishly
You rebuild for every single person who needs to be rebuilt too
Your ability to see the good in monsters is something people will never understand
Stay apart from those who don’t understand you ability to accept
But keep accepting
That is what you were born with and that is what you will die with
And that is your only purpose on this earth
So now accept yourself
-Saschia
