Dear tormentor
Is this all i will ever become?
She had me whispered
As the moon waltzed through the sky
Your pretty object?
i labor through bright and dim
So you won’t tear me limb for limb
I wont be your plaything
You will never use me
-Someone you thought you knew
You wrote a poem about me
It wasn’t very good
You said I made you a tortured poet
Then laughed
And it’s all a blur-
Isn’t it
This is a reflection a boy who bullied me when I was younger. Now, I think I might understand what he was going through.
He scarred me.
Deep.
into my bones.
It feels like
Grief.
Her name was Maria
My mom's friend Maria
La mariposa she says
Soy la mariposa
Because she spread her wings
To the land of kings
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