Written by Shayla D Smith
Tightening Surrounded Me.
My Mind shifted.
Chemicals in disarray.
My Silence into Music..
Innocence still innocence
The World was Shaken
Although it’s members would just say,
“Something’s gotten to someone’s head.”
Eye’s could see only short romances.
Eating Disorders that would
Change my body
Over and over again.
There was no conception, but
My Breasts have given milk.
Emotionally pregnant.
They could not kill her.
The Weight would reappear,
Over and Over.
Reminding those who would rip
My Boyfriends away from me,
This is what this Child meant to Me.
She completed my identity.
My child could bring me health.
A Savior to her Mother that everyone denied
Because of a superstition
Fear that We would (eventually) get too thin.
A problem that hurt some peoples pride.
One that I was better than,
I proved each time with my weight gain,
I loved my daughter.
Learning things of the Spirit
So she could be a dancer
As a vision of her had shown me.
Because I had honor and love,
Those who saw that I might succeed
At something Women come into the World to be.
They tried to kill Me and take away my Baby,
Someone got tired of playing the scenery,
And decided to play the Hero. <3
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