bent like a grass stem
I fold, I yield, I twist, squeeze
between stakes labeled
'Been Done' and 'So Becoming'
buried, far behind the lines
I held it like a prayer,
like something sacred,
like something that could save me.
I built my world around it,
tied my worth to its spine,
carved my name into its walls
as if that would make me belong.
And yet, here I stand,
palms open, fingers trembling,
watching it slip through—
sand through clenched fists,
water through cracked earth.
I gave it everything.
And still, I was not enough.
Still, I was the wrong hands,
the wrong shape,
the wrong name to hold something so bright.
I watch others take it with ease,
watch them bloom where I have withered,
watch them step where I have stumbled.
And I wonder if it ever loved me back,
if it ever meant to stay.
Or if I was always meant to lose it.
Meant to love it,
and fail anyway.
Thin and thick we are
so many sizes and shapes
how do I know if I fit in?
beauty has no scale
nor people's height and weight
we grow how we live
how we eat
whether healthy or not
it's how we feel
so I guess
I'll just classify myself as
overweight woman who likes food
Eisenhower was a tower of power
Nixon 'the Quaker Peacemaker' was dour
Reagan had the grace of a Carl Sagan
The Bushes were Christian Episcopalian
How does Trump fit on this list
Methinks he exists to make them pissed
Plastic girl,
scars painted over
Plastic and shiny,
looks like nobody's hurt her
But deep down inside,
She's broken and torn
A lifetime of hurt,
to hold down she's sworn
So she covers her face,
with a painted-on smile
A hard plastic girl,
the plastic heart has been there a while
Fitting In
She never fit in, or so she thought.
In the lonely moonlight, she pondered...what good had her many
poems wrought?
She was not one to impress others, perish that thought.
She was writing for her friends and family, no trophies were ever
sought.
Like all of us, one day she knew she would not be here.
These were her thoughts, left for posterity.
Acknowledging to the world, that she, indeed, was once here.
December 8, 2019
All the trusts I had left in you
Are slowly fading fast
Pretentiousness is a killer
That could bury you without a fight
Hoping desperately to fit in
In your li’l world full of shame
Wandering around in the street
Of totally wrong crowds
There is absolutely nothing
To see
In this kind of scene
Only bunch of losers
Struggling to fit-in
Image is everything
In the world of fools and fakers
No wonder their lives are empty
Surrounded with misery.
Credibility is a virtue
Something you will never grasp
For your life is just a sham
Tested by wasted time
Don't you feel sometimes
You and I are not alike
Don't you feel
Your interests should be sealed
Be two different people
To make everything simple
Have yourself to still be proud
Have a stranger to be in the crowd
You don't want to be a loner
But who else loves playing dominoes
Don't you feel sometimes
You and I are not alike
Don't you feel
"you are what you are and that's real"
I enter the hall
wondering where to sit.
People stare.
I spot an open seat
and immediately drop into it.
Relief flows through me.
I’m a part of the crowd.
Spray paint your grass!
Tofu all meat!
Borrow their cash!
Glue on eyelash!
YOU REMAIN DISCRETE!
Generic every brand!
Plastic = plant!
Top soil your land!
Fake bake Tanned,
BUT YOU STILL CAN'T!
Zirconium your diamond!
Wig your head!
Fuel you've siphoned!
Use product then refund!
OUTCAST TILL YOUR DEAD!
By Mac :]
See
The whole world
It’s before you
Take in, appreciate
Absorb the essence of it all
It calls upon you; be a part of it
Do not just witness it and then you walk away
Let it alter your being; transform you
So you become, too, beautiful
The world will then see you
As you see it
Perfectly
You
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