Nov 2017
sometimes i forget
how i have grown to own my skin
and i am bigger than what i was trained to be
sometimes that training kicks in
and i am just curleys wife,
flashing ankles
trying to soak up leers
the same way young men
graciously accept accolades.
i wish i could say it at least
leaves an oily film
or the burning of bile
in the back of my throat but
it doesnt.
how i have grown to own my skin
and i am bigger than what i was trained to be
sometimes that training kicks in
and i am just curleys wife,
flashing ankles
trying to soak up leers
the same way young men
graciously accept accolades.
i wish i could say it at least
leaves an oily film
or the burning of bile
in the back of my throat but
it doesnt.
growing up as a sexually appealing teenager has separated my view of myself to my actual self. or maybe thats just how life is- you never really know what you look like.
(21/Other)
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