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
Best Poem of Breanna Choma


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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Row By Row

Day by day, crosses and graves stones lay..
Row by row we all gather..
When they go we get sad then grow sadder...
When they all fall we no longer stand tall...
Why did I stay?
That should have been me, don't you see?
I might as well be a flea..
He was loved, he was a hero, some one who could never be a zero...
With each gun fire his honor seemed higher..

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