Mary M-K Poet I do not know?

Wardrobe Crisis

Clothes don’t make me feel any less naked 
I still feel exposed 
No amount of sweaters or sweatshirts can mask the humiliation that I know 
Even when I’m fully naked
My skin doesn’t cover what I need it too
I wish that I could feel pretty 
I wish I liked 
the clothes I wear on my body 
I wish my body 
Was desired for more than sex
I want someone to run their fingers down my spine and kiss the imperfections 
And say I like you just like this
But the men don’t come that way
They come ready to sweep through you
To put there hands on you and push you on the bed
To tell you, you’re beautiful 
without knowing the meaning of it.
Knowing that beautiful is more than two people having sex 
Beautiful is the broken parts of you
That someone’s willing to try and not fix 
But just holding all the parts of you 
Until you’re ready to put yourself back together again. 
Beauty is more than the clothes, 
The eyeshadow and lipstick
It’s waking up everyday and getting out of bed 
Even though you feel like s***
It’s taking a moment 
And enjoying the things you may not do or see again
Beauty is finding the parts of you that you love and admiring it. 
I wanna know this beauty, I want to hold onto it. 
But I can’t, the clothes don’t fit.

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