Fist twirled
Scattered glass pieces
I guess its all from my lenses
What am I seeing infront of me?
I , myself are not so sure.
Numb
To the core
My body drops to the floor
Blood drips
More and more
I want to feel worthy
I want to feel secure
I want to feel home
I want to be
completely free
In my own damn skin
The deep penetrated veins
And each blood molecule that streams.
But all I can do is scream.
Tears formed in a puddle.
Use my own hand to wipe my tears
Breathe away the fears
Momma knocks on the door.
Smile.
"I am okay "
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Self Obstruction
PoetryHow does one put all the pieces together. How does one remain confidence in this body ,in this person you were given to live. Society shapes so many people and destroys many people. This content will cover a selection of poetry/writings and thoughts...
