I'm good
On the conversation about why you abandoned me.
Abandonment issues are real and you knew it through my voice.
Yes you still left me to wither, withdraws,
become socially malnourished,
and hurt,
until that hurt forced me to move, stretch,
ache,
grow,
crawl,
walk,
stand tall,
and aspire,
then levitate to my next phase of life. I'm good you did me dirty but the dirt grew me right!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem