Ren L Poems

Rip me apart piece by piece with your sharp tongue.
Pluck at ever insecurity, discredit all assiduous attempts, make me feel small.
Remind me that I have to fight for worth to you, it doesn't matter how young
I am—small.
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The rush in a confrontation—
When my fingertips tingle and my breath is hot.
My heart pounds tremendously in my chest at the frustration.
No longer docile, I am excited to fight against what I've been taught.
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The last goodbye that you ever gave me,
Was one that I never knew was coming.

I don't think
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