The poems of thorns

My tree branches and those vines

My lucious curves show 

i should not hide them under sweatshirts 

i shall not be scared to show off the vines thats have made a mark on my skin

they show my true beauty 

i will not fear hurtful words that loss meaning 

for those distatesful words can not make me feel diffrent than i do 

i will noit hide myself 

the marks on my face are not yours to make fun of 

they are mine to show off 

to be free

for my lucious and full lips are what make them pop 

i will not waste my time hiding what is mine to love 

i will bnnot worry myself with silly people 

who have yet to understand that im not delicate 

for my silence is the key

so one day when i speak it will cut deep 

so my tree branches and vines do not define me but prove to me 

im big and worth love and not hate

so i shall be proud and not hidfe these amazing things