A curse was my thighs.

The outlines my body cast, a burden.

Each night brought damp cheeks and red eyes,

as armies marching occurred in

my bones, which trailed behind me.

Soldiers of my own creation

with swords of insecurity,

corner me into isolation.

Sadness turned into anger, emotion ready to blow.

Newfound muscle breaks the chain.

Thirst for revenge replace the blood flow,

a vengeance towards when I would drain

the life from my eyes

not knowing I would rebirth with power in my heart, and stronger thighs.