...am I that wounded?

do I have to be; really?

that damaged,
yet so beautiful.

Like a burning flame dancing
A true Girl on Fire walking
amongst you.

I tried many times
to extinguish this
and miss
For what you see is not only for the weak,

if you touch me
you will burn.

And somehow my danger for you
renders me unlovable.
Just some Thing
to beat, point at and scream hateful...

so many many hateful words unto me.

what did I do?
what have I done for you?
to treat me...

I was only born to be me
I was never born to "enough"
for only you.

I was born and raised here
still,
around every corner they paint me,
mold me,
covering me

with a faux of unworthiness.

None of them even know the real me.
Only expect me to walk behind,
covered in their labels
Whilst still
Feeling ashamed to broadcast my own.
Sashaying proudly,
Boldly.
Hating my pride at the same time
Still I wear it; my flawless Mink coat.

This world refuses to accept me
and yet decided to have the right to change the very essence of

Me.

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