My Many Faces of Trauma
Written By Jenni Bailey
My trauma is misbehaving
There’s something it’s craving
It doesn’t need Jesus, no Saving
It feels like an exposed wire
My tongue is on fire
My armor is my pink and black attire
I wear my hair like a crown
I don’t smile, but I also don’t frown
My body is talking…keep it down
Keep going…you’ve been through worse
I hate saying that, but it’s time you put YOU first
But how do I stop carrying everything around like a purse?
I own my purse, not this!
Just blow it a kiss!
It’s the exposed wire…let it hiss!