Jun 14, 2011 00:13
my heart beats inadequacy
with such conviction
you don't need to tell me that I'm worthless
I know it in my core
indoctrinated early
I learned my value lies
in how I lay
how much of me I give away
to please you
and in pleasing
appease
that vicious little voice
whispering
malicious repetitious
insistent
and hateful
bullshit.
my pulse sings the truth
and if I listen
if I let it
drowns
out that vicious voice
and lets me raise my own
still small but gathering power
and knowing beauty
in sharing
offering
not my body
but myself.
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