My body has never been my own
I am too loud, too much
Then how come you don’t hear my screams
I am too big, unattractive
Then why is my body a distraction
Why aren’t I safe
I wear rolls of soft armor puckered with markings and flaws
I don’t want to be desired. I didn’t ask
For this body, this gender, this life
I did everything right
Or wrong
Which one is safer?
I choose that
My body has never been my own
We are all just temporary occupants of this world
We all rent our physical space so am I just subletting mine?
Tag: personal growth
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Leasing life
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Where do I begin?
A poem
Where do I begin? How do I start?
A royal we sounds passive, a cop-out.
Using you is belittling, accusatory
Saying I is selfish…even if I am the one speaking?
How do we know to listen if we’re not included?
Is it even for you if no one told you?
Why is it only about me because I am the one speaking?
This is my experience
Take what you will
We ALL get to decide what’s real
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Listening to myself
Friends say I have great insight and I want to help others; so I listen. I want to help. I read people, sense emotions, detect nuance and follow my intuition but I battle with sharing out. Empathy has always been a strength. Imposter syndrome has always been stronger.
I am starting this blog as a place to listen to myself and share openly. This is my voice. I am not an expert, I am an observer. I will be honest and, hopefully, we will all heal a little.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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