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Jules Hester Poem
Why am I told what i am “supposed” to do with my body should I have a say men think they control us our parents try to say cover up the school systems say it’s our fault we’re too distracting we don’t need to show a inch of skin if you show to much you’re asking for it show too little and people try to change it we’re ether too fat too skinny to short too flat when has my body become a object of your interest talking about my body the body I live in like it’s yours and you own it i do not ask to be in this body this body I give pieces and bits to you as if it were a toy you play with do not take me for granted don’t take my body as if it defines who i am this body my body doesn’t define me it isn’t an object my body can not be changed my body is the only thing people see as if I have no feelings at all
Copyright © Jules Hester | Year Posted 2022
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Jules Hester Poem
Summer is ending the happiness is slowly fading. The void in your mind is growing, expanding with those thoughts the thoughts you longed to get away from. There's a person in your head telling not to feel this way trying to keep the depression away but the thoughts are to strong to ignore. They tell you you're a burden and that you don't belong slowly the days begin to get dark and colder, you are emotional life has put too much stress on you yet you decide to take everyone's problems and not even fix your own. Days are just a blur now you spend everyday sleeping avoiding the world trying to find peace within yourself only to have things crash down when you wake up, you're alone no one to talk to just knowing you can't even talk to the person you're closest to is the worst feeling but, you know deep down nobody would understand. You still keep going because you know at the end of every dark tunnel there is a bright light waiting for you, you are just wondering when you get yours.
Copyright © Jules Hester | Year Posted 2022
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