i am meant to be
touched and touched and
glanced upon by willing
eyes or a willing finger or
willing lips.
i am not subtext, i contain no
subtext. do not perceive what you
do not see.
i am here.
you are the chills on my arms,
the goosebumps
up
and down
my spine.
but you’ll never
know because you’ll never know
me, you’ll never see me the
way i am meant to be
seen.
i am beautiful
i am beautiful
i am beautiful
Author notes
09/11/2009
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i absoluty love this.
i can hear the tone youre speaking in. semi-frustrated..kinda pissed, yet also upset. the first staza is great, youre stating self worth, which is carried into the next stanza. you show your vunerablity is the third and fourth stanzas, allowing the reader to see this side of the sutation. in the end howver your head stays up and continue to believe in yourself.


