by ReNay
I can grab
Where I once could only pinch
And when I lean,
I make bends
—who am I if not small—
Now that I’ve gained, will I lose it all?
My title of beautiful
So easily stripped away
It was conceived in error,
Directed by the misguidance
Of the masses
Mass producing an image
That bears the scars of malfunction
So, I’m left marring
Myself
To “become my most beautiful
Self”
Flaunting
Myself
All
To
Be
Free…
But this will only enslave me
To a delusional authenticity
Because the opinions of man or the
“Indifference for them”
Still reign over me
Insecurity & Apathy ––
Two sides to the same slavery
What if I lived otherworldly
In a preeminent reality
Then, would I see
That my body is
Much More than me.
Then, It could be free
To lose its “beauty”
Even damned to be ugly
In the sight of those
Who truly don’t see.
Undignified to a standard
Far too inadequate for me.
––ReNay
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