I've been noticing a big trend in woman today; and that's pain. But ladies, just know that YOU ARE NEVER ALONE. This is life, pain will inevitably come, but you can get through it. This is a poem that I wanted to share with ya'll that I wrote about two years ago during my freshman year of college. It's called "TODAY".....
Today
As I continue to dictate my book of life
I must wonder how I came to be the person that stands in front of you
Because a year ago at this moment
I was dead
Tortured by the models I wanted to look like
Shot by the men who I wished noticed me
Put into the ground by people who had the taste of my name in their mouth
And the rest of me?
Decomposed by The family I wanted to make proud
I wanted to be everything to everyone at every time of day
Perfection
God, in the form of a 18 year old college student in a blazer and makeup
But through the process stripping away the burnt skin from my manipulated, tortured body
Removing the bullet from my flesh with the use of an instrument made of honesty, dignity, and self acceptance
I have risen from that box where I used to lie
Weak and gullible
And now, when I look into the mirror of my soul
I no longer see tears of self hatred rolling down my face
But
Tears of joy
That I no longer allow others to profess who I should be
I wear a full body suit of protection
Made of love for myself by who I am.
Today
As I continue to dictate my book of life
I must wonder how I came to be the person that stands in front of you
Because a year ago at this moment
I was dead
Tortured by the models I wanted to look like
Shot by the men who I wished noticed me
Put into the ground by people who had the taste of my name in their mouth
And the rest of me?
Decomposed by The family I wanted to make proud
I wanted to be everything to everyone at every time of day
Perfection
God, in the form of a 18 year old college student in a blazer and makeup
But through the process stripping away the burnt skin from my manipulated, tortured body
Removing the bullet from my flesh with the use of an instrument made of honesty, dignity, and self acceptance
I have risen from that box where I used to lie
Weak and gullible
And now, when I look into the mirror of my soul
I no longer see tears of self hatred rolling down my face
But
Tears of joy
That I no longer allow others to profess who I should be
I wear a full body suit of protection
Made of love for myself by who I am.
Stay Couture, Aliciia
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Great poem