(a collection of two poems)
She shorn away her Rapunzel's locks Her ocean eyes glistening With flames While she watched each strand float like A feather to the ground The pounding in her head Began to abate The weaponized words receded and slowly dissipated Her pooling loathing and self-hate. The burning in her eyes The pounding in her throat Each evil eye that cast a glance With power she finally smote Inside she found a purpose That surpassed every crashing wave A combusting flower of beauty Arose from ashes of pain
Beautiful Body
Sometimes I wonder Why we care so much About our Lips, noses, and eyes, The way our begging bodies cry into Our reflection Why does the way in which the World percieves Centuries of Genetic mutation And morphing Indicate anything about The heart behind a Rippling image of stone They can only see Through the window-pain Of the shelter We must Call our home We are a miracle A Breathing Braving Living Loving Manifestation Of some higher power With only one life to spare In the Beautiful Body we were given One chance to pour Ourselves and our compassion Into this world But there's no way we can do that Until we overflow with self-love first Until we allow ourselves To neglect the whispers And stares Unappolegetically wearing what we want And cutting our own hair Watering the seeds for a garden Where our Daffofils shudder And bloom Outgrowing the tumult of the past As it lays in its freshly dug tomb
Spilled Ink 