I wont sit quietly,
tufted, perched and quaint.
Long thin lady fingers, sip, sip, sip
that society brew. Just a touch of honey please.
Large parts are uncomfortable
for you to look at, all me, all I have
behind these eyes that dare you to say
one
single
word.
I made peace with my cake.
I set my fork aside long enough
to feel the shame
of flagrant hip bones poking me in the eye.
Beauty, they say. Woman, they say.
I defy you, taunt you with my curves
as you judge and lust for me together.
I will not sit quietly, sipping this piss in a cup
of all you want me to believe is true.
I have transcended your bones of glamour,
fearlessly embracing the mystique of my true form.
7-5-16
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Author:
Dandylion (
Offline) - Published: July 5th, 2016 22:34
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments3
This is brilliant. I love it!
Thank you so much!
WELCOME DANDY ~ A very captivating first poem ! Male or Female we should all be happy with the "skin we're in". Alas we are all influenced by fashion (M & F) especially in the Summer and especially on the beach ~ when we expose more than we should. I like to ride horses because they are so big and beautiful they make me look slim ! Thanks for caring and sharing ~ BRIAN
Thank you Brian! I appreciate the read:)
For someone that has fought with self esteem.. It just makes you feel beautiful to read this.
Thank you so much. Im glad it touched you:)
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