I hate my hoodie, it's so rough and black. I'd like a different hoodie, but my hoodie says to me "be grateful for your warmth." I feel none. It's thin and itchy, it makes me feel unclean. I go to the store to buy a new hoodie. "Buy me, buy me!" The hoodies say. But this one, this one calls to me. Without words it calls to me. It's bright pink.
I feel all the hoodies and none of them are for me. Too big, too small. Too tight, too fat. Too dark, too thin. But this one fits just right. I try it on, it feels nice on my skin. It makes me feel clean and comfortable in my skin, it makes me feel happy with myself. "I want you." I say to my new hoodie.
I've never realized how good a hoodie could make me feel before I bought a new one. I think I want to keep this one forever.
I go home and lay down in my brand new hoodie, feeling comforted with the soft fibers that rub against my sensitive skin. It doesn't itch, it doesn't make me feel dirty or uncomfortable when it touches me.
My hoodie watches my every move without judgement, I adore my hoodie. I wear it to school every day. It holds and warms my hands when I feel cold, and it comforts me when I feel lonely. I've never had a hoodie like this.
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Poems for the hurt
PoetryPoems I've written for people to find hope and gratefulness in what they have. Poems for people who have been hurt and taken advantage of. I write these poems for myself too, to remind me that i'm worth more than what people say. These poems are for...
