Your insults strike at my skin
like blunt knives ripped through my heart
and you think you are one of my "best friends?"
your words are swords and you attack me
with the most hurtful and the most subtly glaring
words you could use, and i detest you for it.
I am more than the color of the skin you see,
more than what you think of me.
I am more than you will ever be,
more than what you could ever even hope to be.
I am a dancer who can kick your ass,
I am a published poet,
I am a writer, much better than you,
and I am loved, more than you could ever be.
I am a musician that you cannot slight,
and I'm intelligent, you realize this.
You think you can break me by playing with my
insecurities, but let me tell you, my dear,
that I am the calm, collected person you see,
and you cannot break my external attitude
by insulting me and trying to make yourself feel better
because you will never see all that I am
because all you can see is what I show
because you are not important to me,
and that will be just how it goes.