Breanna Choma Poems
|81.||Holding Onto Sixteen||2/7/2015|
|82.||Dying People Smile Too||3/4/2015|
|84.||Dear 12 Year Old Preteen||3/3/2015|
|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|
|93.||I Am An Individual||2/8/2015|
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