By Allie Marie
I’ll learn to bridge these rivers.
I won’t let you drown me anymore.
These icy waters are not my home.
You have tried to freeze my heart.
Not pretty enough.
Not smart enough.
Not loud enough.
I am not a little girl anymore.
When I’m done,
You’ll know silence screams,
written words fight,
and my voice was always there.
Maybe you won’t ever truly learn to listen,
but I have learned to speak.