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Brave.

Strong.

Beautiful.

(self-talk)


She was 12 years old.

12

years

old

Not even old enough to understand,

Understand the difference between left and right

North and South.

That’s where she came from.


A blonde streak different from everyone else.


A girl's big brown eyes that were once

freckled with green dots, and hazel outline.


Now faded, color lost.


Color becomes more visible

And not in people, in personalities.


Until


Until the phone call comes.

The one that left you crying in the corner.


The call that cursed your spirited heart,

that turned my big brown eyes

freckled with green dots

and hazel outline.


The girl I wanted to be now crushed

A

Million

Little pieces


I let the words, their words. Their stupid words.

Ruin my day.

My life.

That season of time.


I was the girl that believed


Anything is possible.

What were they going to tell me?


It became radiantly obvious

Who

Loved her

and

Who

doesn’t love her.


Because you don’t feel loved

You aren’t loved.

It doesn’t feel real.


What is real love?

Real love is,

Grass blowing in the wind,

Sunset on the horizon,

Red.

Orange.


Yellow.

The color is more visible.

And not people, not personalities

Life.

Life on earth.

Biology.

Breathing.

Walking,

Driving with the windows down.

Breathing in the fresh air.

No air conditioning.

No worries in the world.


Now I was the girl


that saw the world as it was.


But it all changed,

It changed when the words

When people spoke to me

The ones that were supposed to hurt


Became my fuel.

The thing I ran off of.

Their insults, the hurting words. (world talk)

Became positive to me.


I became the girl,

The one they told me not to be.


Not broken.

Not ruined.

Nothing in between.


No


Not like that.


This girl was brave, beautiful, and kind.

She got back my big brown eyes

freckled with green dots

and hazel outline.

This is for the girl. (Repetition)


Who believes that the world is full of bright sunset colors.

Red.

Orange.

Yellow.


Because you are my friend.

You are the one,

You are the one that will make the difference.

The change.

You are the change.


Be the change.


Make the change.


Let your words be the change.

your own words.

change their words, the negative ones.


Into positive

self

loving words.


Because what is love?



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