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I remember swiping on your profile
Your eyes like stormy skies
I remember your smile
The way it tilted slightly to the right
And the way I couldn’t stop staring at you
But it almost feels illegal
Fat
That’s what they call me
As if I didn’t already know
As if the doctors hadn’t already given me the heartbreaking diagnosis
Again and again and again
Fat
So yes I am fat
And yes I am tall
I had a boy come up to me once
When he heard I’d be singing at our high school’s senior award ceremony.
To ask “what will you be singing? a whale song?”
He turned to his friends and began to laugh
Straight people can be so nosy sometimes
There’s always something y’all want to know about what I do in the bedroom.
But at the same time none of you really do
And honestly I don’t understand.
Here we stand
Much to their surprise
Or dismay
Or confusion
Fat men are a whisper
A forest cut down for comedic relief
Only seen if we are funny
Only loved if we have money
Love me now while
I can love you in return
Love me now when, at will
I can turn on and off the lantern
Love me now while, still
I am not a model
I will never be a dancer
Or a Go Go boy
Or the calendar image for the month of July
But I am everything it took to stay alive
And I’m sorry if that’s not good enough for you.
My body is mountains disguised in flesh
Fields of grain waving in the breeze
My body is plateaus and canyons
And every hill you’ve ever climbed
1 to 2 weeks, that’s how long it takes to regenerate new taste buds. To replace the taste buds that once danced with your own. That tasted the sweat on your skin and the chocolate you bought for me.
A body with hands like maps
Allow me to trace your highway veins
Intertwine your fingers in mine
And learn my roads, my cliffs
My body yearns to know your story
Your touch is tattooed
On every curve
Your smile
Foggy amongst the autumn sun
I dream of your eyes
Sad and wandering
I’ve tied my body to someone else’s for so long
Sewn my hands to another’s back
But now, I look down at the scars
From ropes and staples and thread
I let you into my life
One breath at a time
My parts, too, are promises
Curve a curl behind my ear as I
Tell you a secret
All my life I’ve been around
Niggas who think they can take something
From me
My skin
Rips at the sight of them
Their teeth
Did you know her eyes are green, no? well i bet you knew what boob was biger than the other. Did you see the scars on her thights?
Did you know her eyes are green, no? well i bet you knew what boob was biger than the other. Did you see the scars on her thights?
You cannot define me.
I am but a petalless flower, a bud, sewn shut with transparent thread.
I exist in a reality unlike the one you know, a reality I created within my soul,
Home
Wherever I go,
I take with me a home
that I don’t need to tow;
It’s mind and heart and bone.
Every minute I discover
I don't want to have meaningless sex just to get it out of the way.
I want a love that's real,
Powerful,
Exciting.
I don't want something that's based solely on physical attraction and longing.
The mind has a funny way of playing tricks on you,
Even though you have it planned in your head what you want, your mind still takes over and tells you what to do.
on my chest
below my neck
ornaments on my body
i don’t remember asking for
they decorate me
but i seldom feel like art
This body.
One heart.
Two valves.
300 million veins.
37 trillion cells.
Regenerating
every second to keep you alive.
i'm sorry I feel like dying somedays
i'm sorry that most days i want to be alone
so i shut down and i don't answer you
and i don't want to watch shows with you
and i don't want to talk
My body is a cage.
Its walls made of flesh and tissue
As long as I am trapped in this body
I will never be free.
My lips are sealed together
Yes, in fact I do know that I’m fat
No, I don’t plan to change for you
Yes, I plan to lose the weight someday, but if you think I owe it to you to do so, then you will never get the satisfaction of holding my hand.
My body is a skyscraper
Yeah you heard me right
It’s 6 miles high and made of glass
To stand out in the night
My body is a skyscraper
With legs of stainless steel
Holding up my giant frame
By the time you read this I’ll be alive, but I suppose that won’t always be the case. Death is as inescapable as tuna casserole at least once a season or as unavoidable as smiling when you see that person, at least just a little.
I just stood there
Almost paralyzed by your beauty
Yet, Letting your hurtful words cut me so deep I started to bleed from my wrist
My blood was as red as her matte lipstick
I am fat.
Some may say “same” or “retweet”
I am looking at you Ms. size four or five. SHUT UP.
Some of you are looking around the room
foaming in the throat
I dragged myself
over sand
dunes knotted
asphalt
pulling
the me that is not mine
The bottom of the ocean.
Not viewable to anyone. 95 percent unknown.
Yet, many people do not fear it. I am not one of those people.
Yet, my senior project was to swim one mile.
pastel colors brush the sky
as water color memories fall on my cheeks
the sun sets on all things
even dreams
i must wake and realize
i am sick
i am dying
i have to leave
breathe.
my body is not your body. this is
not your bulging stomach, pocked skin, stubborn jaw.
stomach that. i'm my own woman.
my body has rights. it's its own free thing.
You are 58 inches
of unbridled fury.
The chocolate stars
that you use to look up
at the people around you
are riddled with dry tears.
You hide behind hills,
Curves of rock snaking up,
Strangling
The lakes and rivers--
Your tears.
And the blades of grass, a fine-woven net
To catch,
To cut,
To keep
when is it my body?
when you’re reaping the color of my skin
reducing my culture into a category that only accepts
squinty eyes and figures so thin
My body is a temple.
You’re not invited in.
You’ve left me empty and broken, all from within.
My body is my home.
My safe zone.
“Awesome, it doesn’t feel like I just washed these jeans!”
I heard this…and choked…and second guessed…and wanted to say something…and needed to leave…and
Our faces bounced off of every wall, as well
as the bodies of many with faces of despise,
Some of theirs would shrink and some of theirs would swell
My home moved often, a trailer one day, the next a house and the last a home
But I lived in my body
A home that I hated and a home that I couldn't escape
My ribs; a locked cage to prison a soul
I am curvy and nerdy
Self-esteem a little sturdy
Hmm.. can 't even count how many times I've been told I have a body that people pay for
Statue
Pure and white
Immortal in her fright
Carved by a man
Defiled by one too
The horror of a woman
Is multiplied when considering
His manipulation
His tongue tastes of wine
I feel childhood memories on his spine.
His eyes shimmer like the sea
I know why he has that scar on his knee.
His lips taste like cherries
I watch him devour some Ben & Jerry's.
They will say to stop
Once they find them
Those thin slips of red lining your wrists
They will say to STOPSTOPSTOP
Find another way find another outlet find something
ANYTHING
What are the feelings that I hold for you?
A strange new vulnerability in my outtake for life.
Holding me to the weaskest point in my breath.
Breaking the links to the chain than I grasp.
Internalize
In turn all eyes turn inwardand find only darkness,what a clever disguise.
Your pink, rosey lips
delicately fell onto the bones of my hips.
Your beaming, bright smile
can send my heartbeat and I traveling over a mile.
Your dainty, lingering fingertips,
could repair sinking ships.
Sometimes I feel about my body
the way meat must feel about
sausage casings. Too many
circles forced inside squares,
too many curves held captive behind societal bars.
Teeth gnashing, ripping, and tearing through your body
- ripped apart from inside out.
An internal violent assault
- this is what Cancer's about.
Carrying with it, anger and cruelty-
Hi, I'm skinny
I am five feet seven inches and weigh one hundred and five pounds
Yes, I have a flat stomach
Yes, You can see my collar bones
Yes, I have a thigh gap
And no, that does not make me beautiful
Dear Body,
I've tried everything to get you to change.
I've, beat up, cut, stab, bruised, burned, dieted, waist trained,
Even starved you
But you persited
I hide my body,
And decorated my soul,
I don't put doormats or door signs,
That says "welcome" anymore,
I got rid of all the dodders,
And sowed seeds of dreams in my chest,
i never asked for thisthe dirty looks in the hallwaythe self-loathing i constantly feelthe unnecessary attentionthe way that i look in the mirror and see someone elsethe voice that doesn't belong to me
Dear Father,
Where has she gone?
When I came out to
her,
she wore a black-lace veil
and mourned the death of
her grandchildren
Little, little mirror
to my Self,
you have always been,
are,
and will continue to be,
perfect in your imperfections.
You are human,
and you are as beautiful as the cosmos.
to my Skin,
my mom's gf and her roommate would have parties almost every night and every weekend
random guys and girls would come over to drink the night away and that's when I'd want to just sleep my life away
You provide a picture as realistic as can be,Granting people far and wide with the ability to seeWhat others eyes gaze upon day after day.But to keep
How hurt am I on a weekly basis?
I am not certain, but I'm sure my skin could tell you
Oh, perhaps my feet, my legs, wrists or my head could add in!
They can tell everyone about the pains I go through
Eh-hem.
I've been patiently waiting for you to notice me like a girl standing in the corner at a party just waiting to be danced with. But you never notice me.And every time I try to give you a compliment you always seem to get mad at me.I'm sorry if I al
Empty Pages
Writer’s block is
like thinking you’ve met a man
you could give your all to
at the stage of his life when his ego is inflated like the dollar
Let your house be a home for you, and if it's not then make some room for the God in you
Open up your doors to the Spirit of love, alive in you, He is alive in you, let His wisdom enlighten you
Dear Body,
I am trying to remember the last time I said, “I love you.”
This morning, I walked around my room. Naked.
Theres a river in me. It's waves slide past each other slowly and smoothly. My blood is a big river, it flows through my veins, heart, bones and my brain too.
The constant eradication of a soul
A soul broken into pieces of a whole
Leads to a stone heart
That can no longer feel pain
Frantically sinking into the Sea of Death
Trying to catch a single breath
A breath of life
That--- for a moment--- can take away the constant strife
I wait
Wait for the final accolades
Instead life hands me a hundred promenades
Promenades of infinite choices
Appearing in my head as infinite voices
Dear Beauty,
I wish I would have known
I wish I would have known
That you are just a shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
to the one whom gravity holds tightest to,
you're an aging collection of
thin skin and heavy bones
known by a name
passed through the lips of few
with ribs housing
We were born and raised in a society
Where our worth is determined by our waistlines,
Where the size of our butts are more important
Than the size of our brains.
Dear Beautiful,
You.
Yes, you.
You are loved.
You are perfect.
You are beautiful.
In our society
People are so quick to judge
Based on what's seen on the outside
In the depths of the reflected light
You can catch a glimpse, a girls' shadow
It's a sight you can't overlook
With her eyes so hollow and haunted
Concealing within a ghastly narrative
I spilled into that frosting grass.
Spindly, numb blades lusted for the blank sky above
and bent and bedded me into their meadow-berth.
The pinching smell of nothing burnt my nose
Plain moths.
We follow the light
Never daring to touch it
Filters on our eyes,
Seeing things
That are far from the truth
Oblivious to realize the facts.
She came swiftly then.
I am a piece of art.
The color of my skin
My eyes color and size
My hair color and style
My size in weight and visual
My height, short nor tall
I am the art of reality.
The Beauty Of A Women :
The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.
I am a host for a parasite,
A parasite whose disease has sucked on my mind,
Leaching my hope,
Leaching my sanity,
Raping me of all personality.
My friend, foreshadowing, was telling my future.
Picture a fortune teller. Speaking with her mind, hands and such amazing creation of sound, her words were confident.
She was confident.
But, please, please do not.
Laughter is all I hear.
I hear the cruel whispers as I walk down the hall.
I can hear you.
I can hear their silent voices, smirking at the girl who walks -
Verse 1:
Feet on the ground,
More so when nobody to be found
Though sometimes I like to stick around
Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong
Got my head in the clouds,
Verse 1:
Feet on the ground,
More so when nobody to be found
Though sometimes I like to stick around
Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong
Got my head in the clouds,
My hands are weaving through your hair.
My hands say soft.
My hands are pleasure.
My hands are pain.
I've been everywhere,
Although my body ain't been here or there
My mind has traveled everywhere.
I lived on the South Side for nine years
And the North Side for eight,
But that really ain't right.
One Year Back:
Ribs sickly sticking through skin, spine running down my back;
Sunken craters haunt my face holding in eyes that don't shine anymore.
Faith & Confidence: Real Within Ourselves
Worry not, for tomorrow
Will be brighter----
The sun shines in
Your corner
Dare not with uncertainty
Dare with a dream
At the start,
She was kind, beautiful, free.
She was individual, unique
Better than she’d ever been.
Then, near the middle,
And more towards the end
Her self image began to bend
And bend
Hell Yeah! I have thunder thighs,
And you better believe I have lightning to go with them:
Purple and white zig-zags flashing across my upper legs, stomach, and butt.
My torso is formed by soft rolling hills-
Stretch mark poem : Women,You have nothing to be ashamed/embarrassed off..!
I’ve traced the veins up your arms
The angles of your jaw
The slope of your cheekbones
The basin of your forehead
The curves of your sides
The length of your limbs
Over and over
Again and again
I am lost in the curve of your cupid's bow,
Oh, but how it seems more like Cupid's chokehold,
So far away,
across the world; you are,
Tantalizing brown eyes searching for a purpose,
searching for bravery,
the boiling water descends flowing over the skin your handsran down.bullets spew from the shower headlike a machine gunmowing down my enemythat hides in my curvesbut with its horrible accuracy
My body is my bookMy creases the linesMy scars are the action scenesMy tears are the tearjerkersMy ears ears collect the sounds of lifethat run through the wires to my computer, my brain
You’ve always told me
that you get your best ideas
driving alone
when your weary body
slips into
your hypnotic state
when your eyes
become the headlights
that light the way
These mountains carve deep and break the surface of my skin
Press down on my fragile veins
They burst with ease and suddenly I am free.
A spectrum streams from my body
My skin begins to breathe
I am who I am
And I want to have sex
You’re telling me no
But my body says yes
Society built an image
Tall, thin and pretty
your bones protruding through skin
nails through blocks of wood
this is not love.
and skipping dessert
for a boy
who never looks in your direction
this will not make him notice you.
I have a skull
And my skull hangs low
When I'm walking around and I sulk
Inside said head
I have something that's one of a kind
It's my one and only mind
Call me narcissistic, call me pretentious
I am a prisoner to the world I live in.
I am told how to be. How to be perfect, how to be loved, how to be worth something.
I am dictated by numbers. My weight, my GPA, my class rank, my waist measurement.
Skin on skin
As the morning comes
We were out too late
We don’t mind
Being tired the next day
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone
We are no longer alone
Flesh on flesh
I can't remember the last time
I told myself who I am
Everyone always says,
You're so perfect in every way.
Good grades,
Good body,
Good personality
You're just so good.
A human being, sentient and breathing, cannot truly live without seeing.
If eyes are windows to the soul, then all you know comes through your pupils.
But count the eyes first.
Dear Allison,
Our mother gave us this name.And I want a clean slate.I'm not sure if I'm supposed to apologize.I look in this mirror, staring at you, wiping our eyes.
The key to thee
is that of three
Know this mastory of three
and truely shed thy
body and be free
Live that of three
Oxford dictionary defines "perfect" as Having all the required or desirable elements,qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be:
Narcissism. Bullshit. Love is beautiful. Love is strong and love is proud.
Why in the Now are we told we are nothing without love
but
not
allowed
to
love
ourself?
Not everyone understands
What it's like to be…
How to put it…
Different?
And I'm not talking about
That circle peg square hole bullshit
I'm talking about
The open chest cavity feeling
Red Tissue Pulls the bones
that all men know and own
Organs push the body
through
the daily processes
too
Twitches and contractions
they all work in factions.
She called at four am.
Sobbing into the phone, we were both barely past ten.
He had touched her with his sweaty hands,
and looked at her with his lustful eyes.
He had ripped her out of bed,
she came
she saw
she took
what she
needed
with soft
hands by
her touch
she then
approached him
he came again
she called
him in
she wanted
I am a jester and a fool
Trickster here to scare your ghouls
Living only for laughter’s mercy
I am a soft mouthed labrador
I crush me between my fingers and palm, squeezing tightly - relentlessly
Into my balled up fist I threw the things that make me me.
The bad things -
Mother and Father gave me a kitten.
When they knew they wanted one,
It took a whole nine months for them to get it!
My new kitten was
Adorable, tiny, and fragile.
Flying never takes me far.
there is enough for me here.
my intention betrays my fluttering touch.
Delicate and fleeting current.
Haunting and hypnotic dance of air.
As I travel among the soft
Your body is not a temple; it's a tree.
Equipt with branches for limbs and leaves for all the little in betweens.
Trees are meant to grow strong for years and years
with their roots consistently reaching further.
This heart , this mind and this body all are held to the standard from the outside.
I am nothing my outside shows...the thickness of my thighs and stomach give no indication to the person I truly am.
My path is lost,
I must pause,
For life has gotten without cause,
Identity faded,
I'm not who I was,
Fazed into tomorrow,
Sorrow in all,
Must borrow happiness,
I didn’t take that razor
To end my life
Or to show the world
How unhappy I was
"Be honest," they said, so honest I was.
Honest as nobody ever was.
Blunt as the barrier between water and oil,
I told them the truth without recoil.
The truth of our cohorts, sad but true
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
When you look at the world What do you see?
Do you view your food and friends in Mayfair and Valencia?
Your wasting your time deciding which accent makes your skin look tan
Who am I without any of those filters or fake edits?
Well I am me
I am someone who is naturally beautiful
yet goofy all by my personal line of credit
I am someone with flaws just like anyone else
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
When I take a picture
I smile and stare at my relfection.
My mind wonders if they will like it
if they will see me the way I see me.
When I round the corner,
and touch my nose to the real, cold glass of my bathroom mirror,
I am faced with everything I've ever tried to cover up.
My skin that's pale and reminds me of my father,
A face that's kind,
With just few zits.
A smile that is funnier than an orange rind,
With a really slow wit.
A walk without balance or grace.
A mind filled with irrational fears.
I am a woman who can do it all
Even though I am so small
I have so much potential because I know most of the essentials
Blood as red as a rose
They said death was something that you just chose
Truthfully it chose you
It's the glisten at the light,
That small glimmer of a perfectionist.
The dark waves and the pale surface,
a red sea with murky waters.
It falls to the arches,
it caresses to the skin.
Beauty is as thin and temporary as the
Skin cells we shed each day, so
Pull out the X-ray and take a deeper
Look, for true beauty lies within
In the muscle that gives me strength
And connects the
Beauty is as thin and temporary as the
Skin cells we shed each day, so
Pull out the X-ray and take a deeper
Look, for true beauty lies within
In the muscle that gives me strength
And connects the
I am rejoicing todayBecause even though There is famine in South SudanAnd my country is betraying its constitution Today is the day I celebrate victory on the home stretch
You know perfection
Is a man-made word
Because it is shallow.
Though its implications are potent,
No poetry projects from its reflection –
I used to look in a mirror and see nothing more than a pale, meaningless skeleton
Encompassed by pasty, white flesh with scars that seemed to never fade away no matter how much they healed,
An hour every morning spent on my make up and my hair
I switch my outfit three times befor I walk out the door
I dont do this for the attention of some flawed attraction, but
I do this for me.
We as people are canvuses.
We get to write our stories and paint our pictures.
We take care of ourselvs.
If not, we are broken.
Delicate, soft, easily destroyed.
Every story has an ending, deside yours.
Flawless is a word, an adjective that describes something or someone that
Does not have defects or faults, none that diminish the value of something
If I Lose Myself...
Gabriel Reyes
I am no ideal person
But I am exemplary.
If I lose Myself...
I have lost everything.
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
Red lips licked
As loose locks
Cup curve of hips
Red wine sips
Glass rim sings,
Touch of fingertips
I am a body of water
Stretching far and wide
Beyond and away
From my shores, to some unknown
Place
And my body is the water
It rolls and ripples
And my mind is the water
Calm and glassy
Oh! There it is,The blood of my Mothers’SinsBlossoming onMy white sheetsLike a bouquet of English roses.A shame -Laundry day hadBeen yesterday. My thighs have been painted
For Losing shall I ever be Great
Losing long nights of pain
Before they found her
Quenching the thirst of my innocece
Saturating my pillow from sorrow
For Losing I am Confidence
Who's wild and crazy
A girl who's set free
someone who listens but can talk to those in need
My insides were once a forest.
Beautiful
Nuturing.
It has since been torn down.
It is a grave now.
Perfect,
That I am,
So perfect in fact,
My name is Sam.
From my head to my toes,
From the wrinkle in my nose,
The perfect five foot height,
The perfect far-sighted sight.
Body do you see this?
Or even hear this?
How they talk about you as if you are a piece of meat
As if you are something that they can use
As if you are something that can be replace
My shoulders are drooping underneath the heavy weight of expectation.
I'm being dragged by the leash of society.
Though I've yet to pull myself together
There's a part of me that seems to have tethered
My body image and self neglect
Are all pure relfections of lack of self-respect.
I starve myself day by day
Why do I always feel like nobody cares
And when I need someone, no one's there?
Being alone is a normal feeling
The real me I've been concealing.
The thought of isolation was always appealing
Perfection is a plauge spreading through their bones.
Perfection is an irrational conclusion to simplistic ideas.
Perfection is a sense of security that everyone craves.
Perfection is based on the fear of being different.
What is the true meaning of flawless
A hope, an ideal, a dream
that one may fit society's standards?
Is it influence?
A man, woman, or child that tries to make the world better,
I think I am beautiful,
In a different sort of way.
I always keep them laughing,
And they just want me to stay.
My face is something of my own,
One alike you'll never see.
I am the child born on a late Winter evening.
I am the woman you never desire leaving.
I am the lady scanning frantically in libraries.
I am the hopeless romantic ending February.
Many people like to judge others,
Because they're afraid to themselves be judged.
They are terrible bothers,
All because they're afraid their own bodies are too pudged.
I disagree with that flawed logic,
“You chubby good for nothing hog.”“Maybe if you go on a diet you won't break everything.”
Starving, and crying. Starving and crying. Starving and crying,
Fragile as the flight of a butterfly,Is this love that lives in constant fear.Ready to fight for its desires
FakeA descriptor built from uncertainty and accusations Tailored to those who do not fit regulations or expectations - freaks Used by those who do not understand anyone and those who wish to understand themselves.
Who am I?
A question subject to everyday society.
Nothing more.
One that thinks for the better
And acts for a cause.
Concealment…
Unnecessary.
Life kept justified if otherwise
Fat
A word that tears at my throat and breaks the dams in my eyes
Stretch marks
Battle wounds from a battle that I lost with myself
Fat
Your body is a fortress, your body is your prize
Your body is a temple where you go to hide
Your body is perfect.
Won't show you how to work it, that's up to you to decide
Decreate it, paint it
The best part of art lies in the subconscious,
Not within the scrutiny of a scholar’s essay,
Not within the thoughts that the artist speaks to herself,
But within the very muscles of the hand,
My eyes do not “light up like the sunlight upon water,”
My complexion is too blue and white and every girl is hotter,
Society does not reward small chests like mine with glamour,
Shy. Insecure, Embarrased
Unconfident
She glares at the two piece shimmery white bikini,
hanging up on the wall
It called out to her
It was beautiful.
At times,
hands cannot express
more than the heart.
However,
at others,
the hands become merely
tools of passion used on a lover.
The hands are oft accompanied
by other tools
Sweat seems to seep
out
With bitterness and
burning
As it slithers down and
air
So sweet burns just the same as
if
tiny jewles and crystals line my throat
dry
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Are the standards of today a consensus?
Does everyone really agree as to
What's out and what's in
Glamour versus sin
Too fat versus too thin?
"Why me?"
She sits in the corner of her room
Crying and
Slowly dying
"Is it even worth it?"
Should she end it?
The body pops every Saturday.
It starts around 10 or 11 pm, and it doesn't stop until the party gets shut down.
She twerks. She goes. She gets it. She bad.
I don't know who these musicians be talking about, but me?
Can you believe it? Neither can I.
Those girls that are called ugly,dirty, stupid
Who cry
Replace their breasts, inject their lips
Nip, tuck their thighs?
Can you believe it? Neither can I.
This is my attempt at a spoken word piece. Not finished. But, its how I want to start and end it. Tell me what you think...
It is hard to define
Perfection
Still, society struggles to be the reflection
Perfection
As I lie here naked,
I catch glimpses of them.
Some scattered disorderly on me left thigh,
Others straight and regimented on my right.
For me, my drummer beats,
Da boom, da boom.
He rarely misses a beat and keeps up with my tempo.
When I'm running--
Dadub-dadub-dadub!
Or when I meditate,
Daa boom. Daa boom.
My mind is wise
but
my heart is naive
and
my soul is worn and weary
yet
my body is of a young girl
I don't even know
how
I'm so young
but
I'm so old.
The left arm is the pain and hurt that’s been suffered all this time, while the right is a shrine to the family that’s there no matter what.
Run that extra mile,
Pick up those and move them to that pile.
Keep up that pace,
The goal of this is to finish your race!
You look tired, you seem sore
But you have to keep giving it more.
Even when I die
My voice shall cry
Immortalized through
The mind`s eye
Even if I rot
You will not forgot
You will hear my poetry
More than the ticking of the clock
In Front of the camera she is the world’s beauty, But in front of the mirror she is her own enemy. Her make-up covers her flaws, Moreover, her appearance is a part of her moral laws.
People of different ages, genders, and identities stare into their reflections;
Let me be me
Stop criticizing every move I make
Stop judging me, without fair play
You make me out to be the villain
Though I am the victim
For years you acted out
Lovely ladies,
In their tiny skirts,
plucking out their eyebrows 'til their red skin stings and burns,
Lovely ladies,
Waiting for the praise,
Standing by their lockers waiting on the boys to wave,
Inside, they consume me
the words of society
filled with rejection
My heart aches and throbs
as I'm wrapped in the image
of pure pefection
Yet I can not grasp
she walks the halls but doesnt speak
the pain is voiced by the tear on her cheek
her beauty and innocence corrupted by others
who point and laugh at the skin she covers
a boy who sits alone and cries
I look in the mirror
I wish I could see what you see
Skin so pale I could illuminate the dark
Curves in all the wrong places
Acne that covers my face
Oh the joy of being a teen
Hair that frizzes
The bones they scream in volumes that grow
I hear them begging to show
They want to press pass the barriers
They want me to learn “no”
It scares me as much as it thrills me
To take it all in and see
I think in differnet places.
Calculus is in the crinkled skin of my forehead
and tight at the apex of my scalp
Marching is in my bones
and meaty joints
Music is in my eyes and mouth
What do you see when you look at me
Is it my body?
My curves, my fine physique
Now look me in my eyes and tell me what do you see.
A girl with low self-esteem and insecurities
My eyes.
The teardrops of the skies.
The blackness of the night.
Darkness made bright.
My lips.
The fruit of the lies.
The taste of the men.
Hunger in eyes.
My hips.
Must it be this way
The consistent blame of 'media'
Why am I not allowed to love me?
The constant reminder that I'm still in remedial
Perhaps this is meant to be - a shell of what I used to love
the mirror reflects
my image
i see all flaws
no light
am i really like this
is this what
others see?
I wear glasses to see better..
But is worth it,
To take a look at one girl
and say "she fat.."
"She so fat, the make the floor shake..."
"Make table break,"
But that's what we say in our eyes...
Throbbing and pounding,I give you your deepest thoughts.You're not using me correctly,Everything about me gradually rots.
A slow, seeping pain enters my body,But I know too well that it was already there;Dormant, sleeping, then like a whisper,It shatters the silence, but its secret is only shared with me.
In the midst of the gale
I found myself, helpless and pale
A girl called Aanu, censorious of the image
Staring back at her in the mirror, the horror of her own visage
Please do not judge me on my face
My religion or my race
Don't judge me on my hair
Where I live or what I wear
Don't judge me on how I look
Or even the way I cook
This healer, he produces words of wisdom
His power is to reach into my soul and squeeze.
He raises me up into his kingdom
and brings me down upon my knees.
I see my sad reflectionEyes staring at me blanklyMystified by your attractionI've been thinking about us lately
A pasted on smile, stretched over bleached white teeth
Perfect skin, clean and bright
Perfect body, toned, tanned, and fit
Perfect hair, straighted and dyed
THESE are robot girls, ripped from glossy pages.
Who am I to think I’m beautiful?Disproportionate at every angle, my figure is shaped like that of a pear’s.And any claims to beauty seem to be rare,because I can hardly stand the sight of my body bare.
The flowing dancer
spinning with the tongue
the pen
the pencil
sentences tumbling at times
only to stand once more
graceful as ever
Moving quickly
then slowly
When I was little I loved to rhyme and carry paper and pencil in hand
Sadly, momma discouraged me saying crunch numbers, math is in demand
However literature and poetry have always been my muse
when you look at me what you see
darskin ,brown eyes and sandy brown hair\
do see a big smile, with dark lips
someone thats not that tall
but stand so tall and proud
all the time
For 18 years I've been lost about being lost and tossed around by meaninglessness
Worried about pieces of paper in the future
For the last 2 years, I've been eating the last doughnut
And sneaking a glass of wine
Skin deep I'm blond,
so I must be dumb,
but my mind whirls faster than most.
Skin deep I wear skirts,
so I'm a crazy conservative,
but I'm quite liberal.
Skin deep I'm not skinny,
Is a girl worth so much more rather than what she holds between her thighs?
In her mind, she asks what she’s really worth
When no one takes her for who she is.
Scared that no one will like her for who she is.
I write to know that I am alive, I write to know that I feel... the pain, the loss, the sadness, the love...within the pages as they are inked. Imprinting what is real. The memories. I withold may fade over time.
Because I dont fit into society's criteria of beautiful
love me through my curves
Because people look at my stomach first
love me through my curves
I long for that moment when those who have more to feel,
These words I write
Are Born from me,
I’ve given them more
Than just a sound,
I’ve given them Life,
An opportunity to Impress.
It’s passion turns to heart
and logic into mind.
Poetry is a tool, and I have found that the more I practice, the more precise I am.
It is an x-ray machine, allowing me to discover where I wish to examine myself.
It is rib shears, slicing my ribs open to expose my heart.
Art, mind, body, soul. All are connected. Poetry, theatre, dance, sing. All are therapy. With therapy we join. With therapy we live.
I am 20 years young
With the power of a king
I am you
And you are me
But we're all the same if you read between.
Oh no
Wait just a minute
Did he say that
I know he didn't
Mirrror, mirror on the wall why must we look at ourselves through you and bawl? Why can't we always see our true beauty? What wicked games you play, tricking our minds this way! If I break you will I really have 7 years of bad luck?
We wish upon a shooting star, just to change who we are
Gaze among the stars so bright, just so we can see the light
Show me your story
But dont use words, dont speak.
Let the novel be written
And make it expressive!
Your frustrations, tribulations.
We want to see, not just me, everybody.
I have a dream
And as I say these words, I feel the word dream fade away
The nightmare takes its place and the only thing we dream of is a new dawn
And I’m not talking about it breaking in two parts—Twilight
I don’t know much about the world, economy, politics and what not
I didn’t know about slavery or racism at all for that matter
I didn’t know about Martin Luther King’s dream and how the conquest for Civil Rights
Her left hand rests palm-down against the mirror,this hand is relaxed in comparison to her fluttering mind.Who am I? She wonders.
I am a teenager
I am young but feel so old around my peers
I am alone with my elders I am whole
with the gossip I abhor-
my heart just seems to break.
Thepressures
irr
irreg
Different lines and forms,
but all the same
the wonder as the form moves,
the beauty overflowing
to touch would be a wondrous thing,
but to watch is good enough
more, more
each bulge glistening
A landscape for madman in my mind
and the genius in yours.
Kept short and trim and orderly,
most days.
From a fly on the wall
to a man standing tall
from a shell on the beach
to a wave of coherent speech
I am stepping out of the shadow of childhood and into a responsible brain.
surrounded by gray matter
Body language
......
See the perception of man derives from your expectation
I find my ego in bound in fighting for gratification.
Scranballing and shuffling thru thoughts for line to start the convocation with
What is a mistake if we along with everyone around us cannot learn and benefit from it? Too many of my family members, friends, teachers, this generation and ones before me have been effected by numerous heath issues such as:
Mirrors and mind contort what I see,
Skinny and thin is what I must be;
86 pounds just isn’t enough,
Starving myself is going to be tough.
My canvas needs paint
My prison needs bars
The light sheds through the darkness
The darkness that has kept me in the shadows for 9 withering months
Paint the colors of the rainbow on her canvas
Its swirls were intriguing
Salvation meant his heart was beating
His taste buds protruded the gum from his mouth
And lifted themselves to curve:
A
Perfect
Sugar
Point
My fingers move like rusty chains
I hear the creaking of my bones as I try to move them
My fingers are numb
My toes and knees are as heavy as rocks
They shake as much as the trees
I can no longer feel my knees
Brown skin like the deepest of mahogany,have the deepest of souls but it's a shame that they don't know ...just how much there worth.
They've succumbed and let the world get the best of them then let the ghetto have the rest of them.
Another glance into the mirror
Another day, another year
A coarse example of the person
Who is hiding under there
If I caught a glimpse of beauty there,
it was in the plastic waistlines
of perfect posing bodies,
headless, yet still all I aspired--
still more desirable than I could ever wish to be.
The little girl you see over there,
Yes, the one with the vibrant, shiny, red hair.
She's not much different from you and I
Everyday she goes home and cry.
A year ago, just like this day,
A reflection
I am fat.
I am ugly.
All of these imperfections.
I need to be perfect.
I don't eat.
Fat equals ugly.
The mirror tells me so.
My reflection stares back at me.
Disgusting.
I’m ugly
Don’t look at me.
No one wants me,
I’m just
A fat
Bitch.
I only wanted
To be pretty.
I bet she doesn’t need
To suck in her stomach
Like I do.
She’s so
Skinny,
You lie on top of me,
Chest to chest, heart to heart.
We don’t make love, we don’t fuck,
We just lie there.
Your body language so intriguing, so fascinating,
My hands are for writing,
For painting,
For greeting,
For holding,
For waving,
For creating and destroying.
With a fist they can hurt,
With a poke or a tickle they can tease,
my reflection is looking at me
she’s examining every part her body
I watch as tears fill her eyes
she’s an abomination
I catch myself
Glancing in the mirror
Looking at the image before me
Unsatisfied
With how crooked my teeth are
With the way my stomach hangs over my pants
With the acne on my face
Unsatisfied
I don't know when life gets better
I don't know when you'll be happy.
I do know that it is gonna happen.
Mark my words, mark my words
I don't know if there is a god
I don't care either way.
The sky is clear, but in this cage it is hard to notice. This cage that constricts me from seeing beyond the bars is unbearable, and I am unable to set myself free.
In my childhood
I climbed holly trees and magnolia.
Innocence was a summer day
Locked outside with your bicycle;
Locked outside with the water hose;
Locked inside your room.
"My body is my temple"
If we're going to use that metaphor
It is a temple in ruins
A temple weathered by wind and rain
It is a temple with no soul
A temple with no hope
I was surprised. I hadn't realized how far I'd come. How selfish I'd become in the process. Only thinking about myself. I was ugly. I was fat. There was a facade put up between me and them. That's the only way they would have been my friend.
My mother’s embrace is my home and in her arms I am never alone. People attack me with words, words that pierce my soul like daggers. I am not fierce nor am I bold so I cannot help the tears that pour like rain as I am in pain.
Don’t stare at my hips and thighs, my lips, my neck, with accusations in your eyes
Don’t think your looks will make me cry
and die inside and want to hide
and fly on by mall-aisle five
I don’t need your “pretty”
When the body dies, where do the thoughts go?
Dreams stay just dreams?
Do lost ambitions remain what could have been?
Are the emotions once so drastic simply just pretend?
What is a body but from dust is flesh?
'Tis purposeful to carry every soul,
O'er life we sail, traverse with burdens set,
[This skeleton!] This ship! The cracks are felt from deck to hull.
