Bøger af Treshawna Dehaney

How much longer?Because I can officially admit.. That I'm tired now.I'm tired of staying silent.Tired of excusing the violence.Tired of remaining stagnant.Tired of picking up the very fragmentsOf meThat people don't even take the chanceTo noticeTo seeThe very shards of glass in my kneesAs I kneel, weak and bleedOutFor helpSo how much longer do I takeAnd tolerate the bare minimum?How much longer do I remain in this position of being broken & bleeding?Twenty more years?To remain unseen?Unheard?Unnoticed?Unhealed?Twenty more yearsOf being mistreated? Misunderstood ?Of being mishandled?I don't think so.