Society
Society has carved into me, sculpting out the ten commandments in bone
Ten ways to hate myself now forever placed on my skin
Society did it slowly, through tv shows and children's books
The protagonist was always palm-sized, would sit in the open hands of nothing
Their ribs like gates to hell, like keeping a beast in, where only roars of hunger escaped through opened bars
They hid themselves like cuts on their scalps like lip gloss in a skinny jean pocket
They concaved to fit its words, that first slipped down their throats then suffocated
Ego was a sin, self-worship ridiculed, deemed arrogant, and hung
3 days didn’t resurrect my self-respect yet I did turn water into wine
Replaced hydration with escapism with drinks whose' after tastes curled up on my tongue
Betrayal was a useless word in my hands and trust mocked me with a disappearing act
The what if’s of things I can not undo,
Society plucked me from the ground, uprooted me from my home, and pulled every petal off with a smirk
-Then society smiled and whispered at me to mend