if this body had a different host
and not my soul entwined with my limbs
blowing life into my empty veins
the things I call "mine"
if I were In a different body
would i have labelled myself differently
would i laugh nervously
instead of telling her to not disrespect me
or would i silence
the laughing of the hyenas
that fed on the dreams
that i left behind
because they were too heavy to carry
now that i carry the weight of their opinions too
if i saw myself in the mirror
and not thought girls like me
are supposed to act cute
would i have tore at his flesh when
he laid his hands on me
if i had a different body
would i have bought
another set of self limiting beliefs
would i have created a cage for myself as well
right after i had been
set free
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I'm fashionably late to loving myself
PoetryThe world would be dull if love, poetry, admiration, zeal, passion, and romance wouldn't lace each strand of our heavenly web. I spill my heart on this one love letter to the entire humanity. In a faint voice though, soft enough to hear only when yo...
