Having a bully,
is like having painful thorns in my sides.
And with every hate filled word
spoken into my face,
feels like needles to the eyes.
But don’t mistaken my silence
for weakness,because in the end,
I’m the one with more strength to fight
and never forget,
I will always have last word.
The moment we first met,
was the day I realized
I couldn’t breathe without you.
This was also the day
my heart finally leaned to dance,
because before you,my heart was without rhythm.
Just because I’m a chef who’s good with knives,and who can create wonderful dishes that brings happiness.Doesn’t mean I can’t be good with a pen and write beautiful words that also touches the hearts,minds and souls of others as well. But always remember, nobody is just one dimension. So whether or not I post a good dish that I made or a good poem/ story I wrote.They both deserve the same amount of respect regardless period..
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