INNOCENCE
A little girl of five with a dream in her eyes Flying with the roller blades on her with a smile Until the doctors said that she gotta take rest Wear the plaster on her leg until the money invest And mama looked at her with tears in her eyes And said,"Baby girl you're strong, just wait for sometime" And no it wasn't easy, it was really complicated And as the years passed she felt more suffocated So took out her pen and began to bleed her emotions Surfing through the paper like waves in the ocean But they tore her papers and said she's not worth it With a leg like that she will never fit in But no, she kept on writing And yes she kept on fighting Even when they slapped her she said that I'm not dying And after four years she got her surgery And it felt like a bird finally being left free And yes she came back and now she is seventeen Now they cover themselves up to make sure they ain't seen They scars they gifted her turned into art They had no idea what she's been upto from the start No she is not strong, she is just like you She just didn't give up and you can do that too They thought they knew all about her decisions But they didn't know what hid under her innocence #TSA2020
2020-04-25 19:45:15
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shadowlinxxx morgan
@Mysterious no worries❤💕
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2020-04-26 08:36:50
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Mysterious
@POET UNKNOWN Thanks a lot buddy 😍😘😍
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2020-04-26 08:36:58
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@Mysterious not to mention 😊
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