Perspective
I was pretty until I frowned from life. I was cute until I spoke. I was precious until I showed my wounds. I was vulnerable until it didn’t fit your narrative. I was humble until I stood my ground. I was loving until I put up boundaries. I was curious until I asked too many questions. I was smart until my perspective didn’t match yours. I was a hard worker until I showed too much dedication. I frown because I am human and life hurts. Don’t you feel it? I speak because I have a voice to use. Don’t you use yours with purpose? I have wounds that I carry. Isn’t that life? Don’t you have wounds? I am vulnerably strong. Don’t you want to learn? I am humble enough to realize I am not going to compete. Don’t you think it’s exhausting? I am loving enough to set boundaries while I care. Don’t you respect accountability? I am curious that provokes ideas and concepts. Don’t you want to grow? I was smart until it scared you. Don’t you think life is about seei...