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Jun 8
I gaze in the mirror
at the bumps and blemishesβ€”
unsightly mistakes etched
on a canvas of skin
I pick at all the red spots
π’Šπ’• π’˜π’Šπ’π’ π’ˆπ’ π’‚π’˜π’‚π’š 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏
I pick at all the scabs
π’ƒπ’†π’‚π’–π’•π’š π’Šπ’” π’π’π’π’š π’”π’Œπ’Šπ’ 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑
I pick at all the scars
π’π’π’ƒπ’π’…π’š π’Šπ’” 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕

I peel off all this rotting skin
only to find more layersβ€”
of crippling fear
of clawing jealousy
of heavy shame
eating away at
what is underneath it allβ€”
a woman who does not have
the courage to love herself
Lotus May
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Lotus May
     Jamadhi Verse
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