This Body
This body
This body is a lie
Taught that this body
Is only pretty
Because it is honey
Because I didn't stay in
The sun too long
Because I reflect my father
And my grandfather
Who was a reflection
Of light
This body
This body I do not fit
Because it always looks happy
It forces a smile on me that
I don't want to show
I am not happy
This body
Makes me laugh
Like everything is funny
But nothing is funny
Because I am serious
This body
I want to hide
Because men look at it
And drool over it
Like it is a piece of steak
Like I am not human
Like I don't deserve
The choice to say no
Because his body
Gets what it wants
But my body
Gets stolen from me
Every time he says he wants me
But I won't let that happen
Because if he try to bust in me
I will bust back
And I won't let him take
From me
The only thing that was given
To me
Because I never had anything
But this body
this body
Was made wrong
Not that I wish I was male
But because I was taught
To never love a another female
And I feel weird because I love
Both
But I hate the terms they call
This body
Because my mother named me
Ceeairra
Not straight
Not Gay
Not bi
I am Ceeairra
In this body
This body
Is fake
Because I mark it up
With makeup
To hide everything I hold
Inside
I am tired
I am exhausted
My concealer doesn't
Only hide the bags underneath
My eye
But hides the war that's going
On inside my mind
my eyeliner holds
The tears that I fight
With every night
Because if they came out
It would only make this body
Look weak
Like this body
Ain't got enough
Things to prove
I'm sick of this body
Tired of this body telling
Me what to do
Tired of people judging
Me because of
This body
I am not just
This body
I am more than
this body
So please stop just
looking At
This body
Copyright © Ceeairra Taylor | Year Posted 2017
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