Bitter
Don't tell me about self worth
As if I should take worth and apply it to myself
As if I should know how to do that
How could I know
I was not genetically predisposed to it
We're you?
Cause you tell me
A woman should know her worth
As if it is a part of her
A gift from the womb
Nah
There's no organ within me
No living seed
No innate ability
For self worth
I have to look at the world
And take their word for it
I'm declared un-everything
Unpretty, unlovable, unworthy
My skin doesn't become a buttery version of Brown against too much sun
Only darker, drier, scarier to the majority
And my body rolls, curves are only coined pleasantries
And the flaw within me is the worst flaw ing the world
Well it must be
From my mother to my man?
All have proven Incapable to love me
Should I hunt for worth labeled self among the trees?
You would suggest this
out of my reach
This wilderness in which I live has lost me
I am lost in its brush
No one has come to look for me
I am without surprise
Is it from the lack of love that worth derived?
If true, I am well on my way
Although I can't fathom how someone like me
Someone lost, loveless
Could be worth anything
Copyright © Zen Reed | Year Posted 2015
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