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The Roar of Her Silent Scream

She sat down to look around her
and wondered
- what
- happened
-to
-her
-life
waiting for
time to be on her side

to be -
wanted
noticed
appreciated

LOVED

until she sat  up
stood up
reached up

...and walked out

screaming at the top of her lungs
silently
tired

of waiting
...
to be loved
to be nurtured
to be wanted
to be admired
to be needed

so

she ran

into the arms

of

herself

and ...
found her love.
loved herself

and nurtured herself

and wanted herself

and encouraged herself

and

and

and

ROARED

I AM HERE AND I AM WORTH IT

then she flipped her hair

and shashayed

to her brighter tomorrow.



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©2016  – All Rights Reserved. Tayé Foster Bradshaw is a poet, writer, essayist, nurturer, teacher, mother, wife, mentor, teacher in the St. Louis suburban area.

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