I am Broken, battered, bruised. My skin is several shades Of violet tinged with blue. My bones have been Broken and regrown So many times now. I am covered in Lumps and welts From head to toe. There are no lights in my life, No map to guide me through the unknown. People see me and whisper, “Stay away from her, She’s bad luck.” Their words cut me Down to the bone, Further than any Knife or stone. Those older than me Look down on me, Those my age Taunt and bully me, Those younger than me Are scared of me. Then you found me, Curled into a ball, Hidden in an alleyway. You offered your hand, And I took it warily. You helped me up, Smiling, even though You’d surely heard of me, The cursed child, And said, “Don’t listen to them, They don’t know Anything about you.” You walked me home, Head held high, Ignoring the whispers, The whispers that said, “What’s she doing with her? Why is that child dirtying Herself with the cursed child?” I slouched down, Not wanting to be seen, Yet not wanting to let go. We reached my place, And you squeezed my hand One last time before Letting go, and said, “Don’t let their words Get to you. You’re not cursed, You’re unique.” With a smile, You hugged me close, Then darted off. A sense of determination Grew in my heart. I may be Broken, battered, bruised. Sure, my skin is several shades Of violet tinged with blue. Yeah, my bones have been Broken and regrown So many times now. Yes, I am covered in Lumps and welts From head to toe. But now there is a light in my life, A map to guide me through the unknown. I may look weak and broken on the outside, But on the inside, I am anything but.
Once again, 100% fiction. I’ll probably end up using this as a background for a character/story. This was meant to be free verse because that’s all I can do(I’m no good at rhyming), but there are a couple of rhymes here and there. If you want to use this a character background/story inspiration, feel free to ask!
