Ain't It A Funhouse!

zhangyuyouyu

I don’t want the noose around my neck anymore

Okay, perhaps sometimes I still do

But I’d rather it be around my waist

Corset so tight

I can’t breathe

I’m turning blue

But no, I’m pale

Body so bare

The more I shiver, the more I want to cover it all up

I don’t want to stare at myself through concave or convex eyes anymore

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  • Paul Bell

    Women sure have it tough out there.
    It doesn't matter what part of your body the rope binds.
    It still strangles you.
    I bet we've all felt that pain in life.

  • sorenbarrett

    Judgement whether by others or self is rather severe and with glasses to distort it further things look rather dire. Well written.

  • Fränz Müller

    We can either let society’s ropes bind us or use them to climb down and escape from their expectations. Great poem!



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