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  • I bruise like a peach
    When I accidentally hit arms of chairs stumbling through the dark
    And I roar like a lion when
    My soul is broken
    All the little shattered pieces
    Jabbing into my “solar plexus”.
    Singing songs of woe
    While I sit and purr and wait
    For the pieces to find their way back to each other,
    Which they always do.
    And it’s those pieces of the puzzle
    That make up the picture of a person,
    The portrait of a person,
    The little geometric shapes,
    Lumpy circles,
    Tired eyes,
    Big feet,
    Freckled cheeks,
    And it’s the bony fingers,
    That break like toothpicks
    When forgotten and stuck in doorjambs
    And I’m dainty as a dandelion
    But don’t be surprised because I’m also sturdy as steel
    And I don’t break easily
    And I fight like a bull.
    I’m the girl that doesn’t cry when her braids are messy
    But will sob for hours when a door that was once wide open, slams shut
    And I will stand up for everyone
    Except for myself
    And as my little yellow petals fall away
    Steel, is what grows back.
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