M.A.N

at five years old, I
lost my hope,
dreams,
my jump rope
and my faith
on a gender.
at seven years old, I
lost my family,
country, and
my confidence.
at ten years old, I
searched for my
weight on a scale,
poetry hidden in
journals and my sole
purpose for being
the girl locked in
a bathroom with pigtails
with someone who'd
betray me.
At fourteen years old,
I loved people too much,
showed too little of it
and gave away my love
to the wrong people.
At seventeen years old,
I found my passion,
my peace and stability
while losing all that
mattered most.
no matter what age
I'm still latched onto you.