The Girl Poem by Tasia Thomas

The Girl



I used to know this girl.
She was scared and scarred and nothing
Nor no one could remove her wounds.
Society had branded her an outcast and threw her away.
The girl just sat there.
She sat there while her name was slandered
and misused and she did nothing. She let them
call her names and let them use her, abuse her,
and left her to tackle the pain alone. And she
still did nothing. She was falling behind and
no one helped her or even cared if she caught up.
She sweated in the summer, shivered in the winter and was rained on in spring-all alone.
She was alone. Society had given up on her like she
Gave up on herself. She never smiled, she never laughed. She cried. Rivers should have been dedicated to her tears because they flowed together.
Mountains should have been her home because she was isolated from society-from life.
This girl was….alone.
This girl was at the bottom of her abyss and she couldn’t find the top.
She couldn’t find herself even though all she had was herself.
She couldn’t look in the mirror without killing everything her self-esteem had worked so hard to build.
Until one day she looked deep inside herself.
She looked and saw the girl who never even bothered to come out and saw that society
Is a bunch of bullshiters who bullshit.
She opened her eyes and felt the sun’s heat hit her branded brown skin and realized that
Light don’t mean it’s right unless it’s the sun.
She opened her mouth to repeat the words branded on her skin:
“Fat, ugly, stupid, careless, emotional”
And as quick as she read the words branded on her skin she peeled
The scars from the brands from her skin and lay them next to her so she’d never forget
Her past pain. She looked into the river of her tears and spit into the flowing stream
To stop her sorrow. Then, this girl stood up, looked into the eyes
Of her society and laughed.
Then she looked into the mirror and started to love.
And then, she found somebody that also loved her-herself.
And when she walked into society’s lands, she laughed again.
Because society couldn’t hurt her anymore. She lives with society everyday, but will
Always remember her mountain, her river, and her scars.


©Copyright Tasia Thomas 2013

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