Breanna Choma

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

Breanna Choma Poems

81. Holding Onto Sixteen 2/7/2015
82. Dying People Smile Too 3/4/2015
83. Worse 3/4/2015
84. Dear 12 Year Old Preteen 3/3/2015
85. Silence 1/25/2015
86. Sixteen 2/7/2015
87. Momentarily Unavailable 2/7/2015
88. Because Of Drugs 5/14/2015
89. It Wasn'T Suppose To Be Like This 2/23/2015
90. As You Once Were 8/24/2015
91. Where Must I Stand 2/23/2015
92. Hiding 8/12/2013
93. I Am An Individual 2/8/2015
94. Beauty 2/7/2015
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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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