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Reborn

A reflection of my past self

By Adrianne KirkseyPublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
Reborn
Photo by Jan Huber on Unsplash

From the moment I was born, I was judged harshly.

Born into a skin that I didn't ask for.

Born into superstitions and a curse;

wondering which one was worse.

From the moment I was born,

No recollection of where my family has been.

No baby pictures of my closest kin.

No family trees with branches that extend.

Looking at my life,

Wondering when life, will begin.

From the moment I was born,

encountered cruel words from my peers,

And through it all, no matter how strong,

I still had to fight back tears.

From the moment I was born,

Being treated different,

made me indifferent;

had me feeling mediocre.

When all I along,

I was brilliant.

From the moment I was born,

I never felt comfortable in any place.

Staring at myself in the mirror,

Gazing at my face.

From the moment I was born,

others filled my heart with doubt.

Trying to put me into isolation,

because I wouldn't follow the crowd.

From the moment I was born,

I was conditioned to settle for less.

Thinking, "This can't be life for me."

All the obstacles.

All the stress.

Yet, somehow I survived.

Emerged from all the pain.

Started laughing, smiling, and "feeling myself"

again.....

Like the ashes of the "Phoenix",

I decided to rise again.

Learned to condition my mind,

to teach myself to win.

Realizing there will always be an enemy.

Realized I didn't need a friend.

Realizing I had to pick myself up,

and, "TRY, TRY, AGAIN."

Focusing on positive self talk.

Giving myself the freedom to clean the slate.

Had to take the eraser and erase the board,

Had to "unlearn" all the hate.

Speaking with myself silently.

With myself, I had to communicate.

Regaining back my energy,

Before it was too late.

Time came to plan my escape.

From warped intentions and negative seeds.

Protecting my virtue,

Staying humble; eliminating greed.

From the moment I was born,

I saw myself, see me.

And now that I don't care about "perceptions",

I began to nurture, care, and honor

ME!!

Stream of Consciousness

About the Creator

Adrianne Kirksey

"TURN YOUR PAIN INTO PAPER"

I am just an old soul.

Victor's Daughter- (The Real "AK")

"The Writer of all Wrongs"

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  • ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago

    Very inspiring and inspirational! It made me feel better. ☺️

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