My body
My body is like an itch that cannot be scratched,
an itch that lasts until I'm clawing at my skin in a desperate attempt to make it go away.
My body which has become a prison,
forcing me to speak hushed words as I scream with truth.
My body that causes me to curl into a darkness laced with confusion.
My body that gives me butterflies of envy.
My body who has become my enemy.
My body I will befriend and shine in once that itch is scratched.
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Lord of The Shrimp
PoetryThis book is a journey about self discovery, love, hate, hurt, being lost, being found again, and forging your own path. It's about truths and lies, closing and opening up, a collection of many metaphors, and hushed words. Scream your truth and don'...
