Breanna Choma Poems
We are told what a woman should be, and in an instant it becomes a childhood dream.
I was told about beauty before I learned my body had a brain, and I became obsessed with becoming the teenage girls on TV.
In the 2nd grade I remember going to school and being put down because you couldn't see my bones, and my face was too round.
Every year they told me I was ugly so in grade 5 I wore makeup and fancy clothing hoping they couldn't see through me.
They called me a slut so in grade 6 I dressed in guys clothing.
They called me a fat lesbian bitch while I was ...
Broken, beaten, neglected
A lost soul left shattered
Drugs, violence and liquor
She tries to make sense of it
Sense of something so senseless
She is only 8
Could she possibly understand why this is her fate
He beat her black and blue while the other children watched from the next room
Sirens blared further damaging a heart beyond repair