CowardiceA Poem by Jestice Hansen
Your name is Cowardice.
and you cover me in speckles you show me all of my insecurities, like my thighs.. and my freckles.. You told me once that everyone could see the way my hips sway, because i wore jean shorts seeing as it was hot that day, i was young and it really shouldn't have mattered.. but when i looked down those legs had become a little bit fatter. i remember that day, i'll never forget the day you made me notice the way my hips sway, so now i always hunch my back, and walk straight leg. Cowardice.. You told me 3 years ago how noticeably large my arms are, and how people don't normally hang out with hens... and that frightened me more than anything by far, so i pulled out all my long sleeves and my day commenced. you got meaner, cowardice, as you watched me cover my arms in sweaters, only ever because i thought it looked better, in spring weather, summer was great, because even though it was uncomfortable i wore them when i noticed that i was sweating more and losing weight Weight that you said yourself cowardice.. would turn everyone away.. And i hid those arms for years, and well, even more so after my emotions swelled when i was 12 and put a slice in my skin to release them, there wasn't enough room in my body to keep them so i bled the blues sometimes more, sometimes less, I cut free the feeling of knowing i would only ever be used, never loved to what is considered endless, pent up and anxious from years of hating myself, being lonely and self conscious, i bled those fears and words from you, i put every card on the table, because each game we ever played you knew how play it, and to me had only ever been new. i'm unhappy because i see every flaw you whisper to me, cowardice. You made me a coward, you did, each and every hour, spent looking in the mirror trying to cover the freckles in powder and pull my sleeves down more than ever, to hide the scars from hating myself when everyone always told me how i am beautiful and clever. i ignore them now like i did then.. because hey.. "People don't normally hang out with hens.." © 2013 Jestice Hansen |
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Added on May 24, 2013 Last Updated on June 7, 2013 Tags: poem, insecurity, self concious, sad, broken, unloved, dark, suicide AuthorJestice HansenSydney, NS, CanadaAboutLets talk that sun into setting, Just need the sound of your voice. Need that calming and the comfort, Something to drown out the noise. more..Writing
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