Author. Mother. Poet.
The first two years were a blur
Most days spent wallowing
As I allowed the darkness to drown me
Suck me into it’s depths
Swallow me whole
It wasn’t until you came along—my first child
That I fought back
Forcing myself back into reality
To become the mother you deserved
-Dominica Bolden
You are beautiful
-Dominica Bolden
Sometimes I wonder if they know
Know that behind this false exterior,
That thin eggshell-like protection of mine
Not even worth your time cracking,
There is a girl fighting
Struggling against herself
A girl wanting to live
Die
It’s all the same
Sometimes I wonder if they see
See the tears I am so desperate to hide
Ones I must lie about.
No option.
No other way.
I don’t want the questions
Sometimes I wonder if they can hear
Hear the screams locked up in my head
Forever echoing
Ringing in my ears
Hear them
Listen
Listen
LISTEN!
So you hear them?
No you don’t.
Of course not.
Sometimes I wonder if they know
It
She
Her
Me
This girl
She is me
They will only see what they will
But I want to know
Am I,
This girl,
Am I worth fighting for?
-Dominica Bolden
I’ve seen the scars that adorn your arms
the pain of your soul etched into your skin
bared for the world
a small glimpse into the agony you harbor.
-Dominica Bolden
