The Lipstick Prophet [Wholly Feminine]

I am wholly feminine,

but something about me is brash and matter-of-fact.

It's made people seek me with distasteful neediness.

Rarely have I been the first choice.

And each time I thought I was

I was nothing more than a body wall;

poor boy said he loved me, but he was more interested

in the things behind my zipper than the things behind my heart.

And I am wholly feminine, but something about me

I find absolutely distasteful.

Maybe someday someone will come along

and make it all make sense.

Clocks tick silently, slowly,

and pieces of me are lost in the flow of curiosity.

Puzzling, yet absolutely enticing.

It is the baptism of youth that I find so great and grand.

I write to please, who?--many.

An audience of people with jingling pockets

and rioting spirits

who might understand the pain, yet not quite.

I am wholly feminine, but something about me

is much too bare for the naked eye.

I've opened floodgates for waters too rough to swim

but I'm trying anyway--I have abandoned all meekness.

Or weakness, as they call it, can it be found in these words?

Simply put: yes. Because the way I see it,

I've shot stars too low; I have an audience of flesh

rather than the eyes of angels--I am the only one to blame.

It is these items of sin that I purchase 

that forget my name but remember my mistakes.

I am wholly feminine, but I am not

holy feminine.

I find no bliss in an identity wrapped in lust and lies.

I take things one step at a time, recover, and lose

all scrap metal junk never meant for me:

the things I called "friends", I suppose I'll never know.

But I know I can be a mouthpiece of God

by the way that I live; the way I am seen.

People know I was born covered in skin.

I have no need to dress as if I'm to prove that point.

Luxuries of Lucifer, listen to this warning:

I see your offers, how I supposedly do this for free.

I'll take these things you present at my feet

and use them to glorify the King.

I am wholly feminine, and there are things about me

that will forever be imperfect.

But I'll paint portraits of praise with the colours of my sins;

become a prophet for the lonely, the anthem of the fearful.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. I like the visions and thoughts create by your words.
"I am wholly feminine, and there are things about me
that will forever be imperfect.
But I'll paint portraits of praise with the colours of my sins;
become a prophet for the lonely, the anthem of the fearful."
Good to have confident and know God. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Emunah June.]

I absolutely adore your reviews! Thank you!!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome and I love your work.

[Emunah June.]

You do?? That means so much!! Thank you for the kind words!!!

[Eagle Cruagh]

So ! You are totally feminine ?
We must know each other. Well ?
Write me and you shall see.
-----Eagle Cruagh