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Fairy Wings~A Slam Poem

Whoa. It’s dark in here. But then again, everything’s dark in this stone-cold cave called my self-esteem. What's that?-the girl in the mirror asks. What?- I ask back. Self-esteem she giggled; not knowing those words poked at the gelatin of my organs and left me hollower than usual. But that’s okay; I force the words between my teeth so that someone else doesn’t have to. It’s funny how society benefits from an army of insecure little girls. I mean  that’s what they’re hoping for since it’s our insecurities that make us buy makeup and gym memberships and appetite suppressants and so forth. What would god do if he was here witnessing all the sad little girls like me? I mean the ones who look in the mirror and see scars where there are supposed to be fairy wings. I mean the fairies who look at the mermaids and think “Why can’t I be pretty like her?” I think God would heal them as he did those blind men and make us all see that we're fairies or mermaids or unicorns or whatever he intended us to be. He doesn’t make mistakes. Never has, never will. But since God isn’t here, we need to reach. We need to let him carry us until he can walk beside him. If we can walk, let’s find the people who are still in the dark. Let’s give them Glasses so that they can see their Fairy Wings.

Comments1

  • Janie

    I love this and i would loooove to see it performed :):)



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