In each time, place, or phase in our lives, there lies the good, bad, and downrih ugly. Countless times, I have thought to myself, this right here is probably the ugliest it can get. Each time I hear these thouhts scroll through my mind again, fate must take it as a challenge. Although I’m not entirely sure I even really beieve in fate or destiny all togeter, I know one thing for certain; in all of the ugliness, the darkness surrounding our lives, silverlinings although at times dim in the horizon reveal sheer beauty. I decided even if I could take thosehardships and dark times, compile a beautiful flow or rhyme, that is how I could make something beautiful out of the bad. So, through death, temporary psychosis, sel doubt, a morphing self, cofusion, andcomplete caos, I wrote. The fun part, is it’s all open for interperetation No descriptions or explanatons. Just read, think, relate, reflect, and find your beautiful light glowing in the dark in the ways thatyou can.

I went looking for ove

but had someting worse to face

ran to him for comfort

he felt he had to put me in my place

yeah, he beat me.

Knocked me to the floor

hands wrapped around my throat’

I can’t breathe any more

yeah, he beat me.

Big strong hads, they left bruises on my face

black eyes, a swollen jaw,

just use makeup leave no trace

that he fuckin’ beat me

But, ee I thought I loved him completly,

tok every slap, every push, let him drag me by my hair

maybe he’s right, maybe it’s me,

it’s my fault he has to raise a fist repeatedly,

Maybe these bruises on my heart shown with swelling of the face,

they’re just areminder of te imes I stepped out of place,

I let him beat me.

Over ime it only got worse,

started thinking of my future in hebackend of a hurse.

How far he would take it, no way to know,

Then somehin got ahold of me,

Pack your shit and go!

Trucks outside, incognito,

Dad behind the wheel,

ready to pull away,

helping his daughter get her pride back this day.

My Trip With E.D.

Itook blockers, did warps, ad diets over and over again,

Ed told me they were my frien

they’d make me thin,

I’d grab at my fat and scream at my tummy,

it took me a long time to realize,

my fat didn’t define me.