you're too good to me.
i don't like the way my feet sit
in these sneakers, but yet you tell me
i look wonderful and my feet look graceful.
i shed tears at the sight of myself
in the mirror, made only of cheeks and eyes.
you hold my hand, and say,
"you do not own a body. you are a body."
this is me:
hair that has been died black too much,
raccoon's makeup, colorful bracelets
that are practically glued to my wrists.
and yet you can't get enough of me.
Author notes
more or less:
an anorectic meets a new side of her, the side who wants her to recover (this is compared to a supportive lover/friend/relative). this new side is telling her about how lovely she is, and even though the anorectic is weary of listening to the new her at first, she finally accepts it and embraces her new friend, recovery.
cheesy? yessir.
extremely personal? oh, yeah.
PLEASE give your honest opinion.
A contest entry
- "If it takes dying to get there... so be it." by obatala.
1000 points, ended December 8, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I really like this, how you touch on a few specific snapshot aspects of this, and they completely create a character.
"in the mirror, made only of cheeks and eyes."
I love this line, if perfectly creates the image you are going for.
in the mirror, made only of cheeks and eyes.
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