Just a girl trying to write

My words are brisk
I feel my strong consequences coming
A risk that never ceases
My pieces, restricted thoughts
I crossed decency,
To prove it's not always troubling
My writes are fresh wounds,
Scabbing over the bandages
I managed
Turning my ripped off skin into words
Concurring the burden girl
Beauty is a crusted over pit of indignity
I hang around to admire the crows feasting
Astonishing the brainwashed, persistently