Part Of Me Poem by zama ashley helebe

Part of me
Feels like an old fairytale
Fragile like an aged worn-out pail
Or a plain glass pane
In which inflicts no pain
In this case also it has no aim
Because it has already known and explain

Part of me
Is stamped with stacks of stains
Of past stage stigma standing in my way
Which are stiff steep stepping stones
To start my future as I may
My life is neither at stake nor great
Allow me to say
Though part of me
Think I’m succeeding everyday