Aug 1
If I could go back in time I’d hug my younger self & never let go
I’d be there for her in ways nobody has shown
I’d wipe her tears and tell her everything won’t be alright
But at the end of the tunnel God Holds the light
We’d glue together like Siamese twins
And id tell her to honor the skin she’s in
That everything anyone told her she’d be the opposite
I’d kiss her cheek and tell her how pretty she is
That the kids at her school will eventually see her for who she is
That the trauma she’d endured will lead her right
I’m so proud of her for putting up a fight
Unwanted from birth just means you’re destined to be here
She’ll overcome everything including her fears
It’s hard to pick a side when the truth is on both
No one’s justifying what could’ve been hope
She’d create alias to cover up the pain
Only to look in the mirror and still feel the same
I’d be there for her in ways nobody has shown
I’d wipe her tears and tell her everything won’t be alright
But at the end of the tunnel God Holds the light
We’d glue together like Siamese twins
And id tell her to honor the skin she’s in
That everything anyone told her she’d be the opposite
I’d kiss her cheek and tell her how pretty she is
That the kids at her school will eventually see her for who she is
That the trauma she’d endured will lead her right
I’m so proud of her for putting up a fight
Unwanted from birth just means you’re destined to be here
She’ll overcome everything including her fears
It’s hard to pick a side when the truth is on both
No one’s justifying what could’ve been hope
She’d create alias to cover up the pain
Only to look in the mirror and still feel the same
This piece is a love letter to the younger version of myself. The girl who endured more than she should have, felt too much too early, and often questioned her worth.
It’s for the child in me who was overlooked, misunderstood, and left to carry heavy truths in silence.
Rewritten is not about pretending the past didn’t happen. It’s about honoring it, grieving what was lost, and reclaiming what was always mine—my voice, my beauty, my future.
To anyone reading this who has ever felt unseen, unwanted, or unloved
May you find the courage to go back for yourself, to rewrite the story, and to never let go again.
With love,
MissKaliPeach
It’s for the child in me who was overlooked, misunderstood, and left to carry heavy truths in silence.
Rewritten is not about pretending the past didn’t happen. It’s about honoring it, grieving what was lost, and reclaiming what was always mine—my voice, my beauty, my future.
To anyone reading this who has ever felt unseen, unwanted, or unloved
May you find the courage to go back for yourself, to rewrite the story, and to never let go again.
With love,
MissKaliPeach
(26/F/Miami)
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