Who Needs This
A poem for sufferers of body insecurities.
The way we see each other
Down weeping, shoulders slouching low, a vulture dripping its peak into breaking golden flesh. Our emotions parting like shredded pork. Our bodies the bread between meaty bloody tender mush.
Tuck in your shirt to not expose your moon. Its peaks are forbidden. Forming outward, holding up, unclenched, withdrawn. Not even dark sheets have seen, no human, object, bedsheet, only spirit and two eyes belonging to me.
Whoever fails to catch the shudders will never come to grow. When your body does not feel attached in relation to other beings. This is what leads to bellies bloat, tears in the flesh, raised up. Areas so forgotten that hands can't reach. The unexplored, the untouched purity of a body learning. To know that even the depths of the ocean still get a pinch of light.
Poets Thoughts on "Who Needs This"
I wrote this poem for people that find that their bodies aren't something to feel proud of. I have often lived in an unfriendly territory with my curves, trying to cover them up. My style and physical form is just recently something that I put effort into into while in my early twenties. I hope that people put in effort to read more Poets here on Vocal. I hope that just like self-help on love, sex, spiritual healing, that readers can extract wisdom from my personal work. I am learning to appreciate my physical form as a part of the natural transforming world.
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