Beneath This Flesh ~ via magical wordsmith, Dena Daigle
Who am I behind clenched teeth, bruised knees and bloody knuckles?
All I have ever known is to fight – for my purity, my sanity, my battered heart still beating;
fight for what I love, fight for those who won’t,
fight just to be heard, fight to speak these words.
But who am I beneath wrapped fists?
Who am I but the shoe that doesn’t fit?
I fought my entire life to be more than just some pretty face lost in the crowd.
You see, this flesh has come with a price much too high for my taste.
My worth has been determined by wandering eyes and rough hands tainting my skin.
They never saw my heart. They saw a quick release of raging hormones.
They saw my face as a canvas for bloody art and annihilation.
They saw me as a little fun while waiting to give their hearts to the one.
But I know my worth.
I know this spirit is unbreakable, unbridled and wild and not meant for scared little boys.
This heart loves with a tenderness so soft and so pure
you could never imagine the pain I have been forced to endure.
If my lips never spoke of such atrocities;
had they kept the raging rivers at bay
this soul would never have been cleansed,
nor my sins ever washed away.
I have taken back the power I once freely gave away.
My spirit, she is larger than life and I will no longer play small for the likes of you.
Keep your beige box of boring confines because the colors of my soul will forever bleed outside the lines.
I will no longer be made to feel like a foreigner in my own flesh.
Beneath this hardened armor lies the heart of a peaceful warrior I will fight for her ‘til my death.
Thank you so much! What an honor! ??
xoxoxo