Tell Me

 

Gentle sir, do not tell me

that I’m beautiful, pretty, or large of breast.

Keep the comments ‘bout

the roundness and deliciousness

of my thighs and buttocks TO. YOUR. SELF.

 

You know what’d make me happy?

Telling me that you love me,

love the way light hangs in my hair,

how I never eat green foods with red,

the way I skip down the street,

the contents of my music library,

and…  for my talents.

However underdeveloped they may be.

 

Say I’m the greatest poet you know,

that never before has a better violinist

walked this earth, that angels are jealous of my voice.

That my doodles and sketches convey

the very essence of all that is beautiful in this world,

that you get lost in every turn of phrase,

each skillfully crafted sentence

that my all-too-knowledgeable lips utter.

 

Tell me that I captivate you in a way that no one else has before.

And that you love me for me.

At this very moment.

For who I am.

Reviews

[Phibby Venable]

i loved this.. the movement, the message & the purity of thought.
excellent.

[laceyjane23]

I love this poem! great job! you captured how we all want to be loved for who we are and not just for what people see.
laceyjane