Breanna Choma

Veteran Poet - 1,395 Points (12/05/1997)

Breanna Choma Poems

1. Fostered Pain 9/28/2013
2. In Love 12/16/2013
3. In Hate 12/16/2013
4. Love 12/16/2013
5. Words 1/12/2014
6. Desire 2/11/2014
7. Birds Who Refuse To Fly 5/4/2014
8. Who I Am 5/4/2014
9. In A World 6/30/2014
10. Identity 6/30/2014
11. Tell Me 6/30/2014
12. Eight Hundred And Eighty Five Words 7/23/2014
13. Art 7/28/2014
14. Indifference 10/23/2014
15. The Truth They Hide From You And Me 11/11/2014
16. Row By Row 1/8/2012
17. It Was The First Of Fourth 1/8/2012
18. Struggling To Maintain 1/8/2012
19. I Am Me 4/25/2013
20. What We Can'T Have 2/7/2015
21. Death 2/7/2015
22. Sleepless Nights 2/23/2015
23. For The Times That I Am Not There 8/25/2015
24. Little Miss Miss-Shapen 9/21/2015
25. Lost 9/22/2015
26. Infinitely Infinite 10/2/2015
27. Bubble Girl 12/21/2015
28. Alive 2/16/2016
29. Life Goes On 3/1/2016
30. The Thing I Want Are Those Which Can Not Be Bought. 4/5/2016
31. Forward Realizations 4/21/2016
32. The Storm 6/10/2016
33. Perhaps Too Much 8/25/2016
34. Until It Happens To You 9/11/2016
35. They Never Know What To Say 10/14/2016
36. Obsessed 10/14/2016
37. I Like Girls That 10/14/2016
38. An Open Letter For Closure 10/14/2016
39. Here Is To The Freedom To Move On; For You And For Me. 10/14/2016
40. Anxious 10/14/2016
Best Poem of Breanna Choma

Beauty

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 ...

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Fostered Pain

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

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