An Offering of Me...More Like This
An Offering of Me...
Realizing the difficulty of feeling special
amongst so many pretty faces-
So many perfect pairs of legs and breasts
on women whose tongues
drip with sex and confidence...
(while I find myself full of doubt and criticism.)
Turning away my gaze
before anyone can see
my truths as blatant reflections.
Quick to acknowledge hesitation
Always resisting manipulation
Wanting to be something more than this-
Because this body is not a tool.
It is a vessel filled with the light of my soul-
Filled with a romantic love that spills
from the cracks of my fragile heart and pools
in the dark shadows of my eyes.
This body is no one's fantasy.
And it never needed to be.
The competition, to me,
is a ruse at best...
a distraction that gives
false feelings of acceptance.
And so, I surrender and retreat to
this place that seems void of physicality...
where my visual representation can be abandoned
in favor of my mind spilling these words...
These words that are