when that shy
strand of hair
trembles out of
your skin.
slowly
ashamed of its
wanton birth.
thinking it's an
'unwanted' curse
you're plagued
with, making it
your shame,
a pariah you must
deal with. thinking,
why on a man, i confirm his
manhood for a world revolving
in binaries. but, for a
woman all i am is a furtive indignity.
i want you to
caress it's roots, and
whisper to them-
i will never let your
birth go in vain by
obliterating you
to satiate howling
bellies of hollow
skeletons floating
around seeking young
flesh to feast upon.
i will honour you and if i may
choose to live without you.
i'll do that under no obligation
from a world assessing my
worth from the
arch of my hips.
or the
color of my skin.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
when that shy
strand of hair
trembles out of
your skin.
slowly
ashamed of its
wanton birth.
thinking it's an
'unwanted' curse
you're plagued
with, making it
your shame,
a pariah you must
deal with. thinking,
why on a man, i confirm his
manhood for a world revolving
in binaries. but, for a
woman all i am is a furtive indignity.
i want you to
caress it's roots, and
whisper to them-
i will never let your
birth go in vain by
obliterating you
to satiate howling
bellies of hollow
skeletons floating
around seeking young
flesh to feast upon.
i will honour you and if i may
choose to live without you.
i'll do that under no obligation
from a world assessing my
worth from the
arch of my hips.
or the
color of my skin.
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