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Miscreation
Poetry

Miscreation

To think I thought I was the bad one.

The monster. 

To think I was unworthy of love.

The disgrace.

To think I was redundant.

The unnecessary.

When in reality I was just me.

A full woman…

One of…

Independence.

Who is abundant. 

Who is less than ordinary. 

One who is now free.

No longer afraid of judgement…

I am free of begging someone to stay. 

I am free of how they’ll portray…

Their tinted version of me. 

That’s no longer my responsibility. 

They’ve said I’m crazy…

That may be true. 

I’d rather leave it all out there…

Then hold it in and delay this breakthrough . 

But remind me… 

What do they say of the crazy…

You may want to hide the genius within me…

But I’ll let it out free.

An unintended freak.

Mistreated by the weak. 

That’s no longer me.

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by Janid

A Mother, A Veteran, A Poet, constantly reconfiguring myself & writing my experiences along the way. Writing has been an outlet for my emotions for many years now. I hope to reach you with my words and inspire you to be a better you or help you through a tough time.


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