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 ...
I know lonely
I know lost
I know judgment
I know fear
I live in the dark,
and it's as though I am bound by chains.
I live in the absence of life,