Who could have believed I was cold in a furnace?
I was regularly burnt with rejection, rejection by my people, rejection of everything I did. Questions of why I got rejected ran through my mind every split second, all of my beauty was a mistake to them. I swam in the ashes of my emotions, I was blind to happiness and sadness.
Help! My mates were already ashes while I was freezing up. Many insulted me, because they knew not the fire that cooked me. I’m still freezing up, I need a blanket! I am cold in a furnace.


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