She is Me.A Poem by Lyncoln (Lync) PearShe was not a particularly put-together girl. She had short, chewed nails painted with chipped black polish.She was not a particularly put-together girl. She had short, chewed nails painted with chipped black polish. She had a few mediocre tattoos staining her fingers, her forearms, her back. She had striking tan lines from laying on a towel in her front yard for hours on end. Her makeup, always smudged underneath her eyes. Her bright white smile, just a little crooked. Her left hand, scribbled with notes and reminders that she’ll never complete. The jewel in her nose ring had fallen out months earlier, around the time she probably should have last had her highlights done. She had a pretty face, a not so pretty body, and god awful feet. Her head full of stories. A heart full of pain. A soul full of ice. She could take straight pulls until she could feel the fire burning in her belly. She could take hit after hit until her mind filled with air. She could kiss and
kiss and kiss until her lips went numb. Anything
to mask the torturous war raging inside of her. She always
took one step forward and two steps back. She filled her plate full and then
dumped it all out. She relied too much on other people and not enough on the
right ones. She
believed herself to be beautiful, to be common, to be crazy. She was
perfectly imperfect and couldn't understand why no one wanted her this way. © 2014 Lyncoln (Lync) PearAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 17, 2014 Last Updated on February 17, 2014 Tags: prose, poetry, poem, autobiography AuthorLyncoln (Lync) PearILAboutA 22-year old college senior who's first and only love in life is the very act of writing. I am too scared to share some of my most meaningful pieces with friends and family so I put them out ther.. more..Writing
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