Author: Liberating Words

“I think i’m kind of hot.
in good lighting at least, when
You can’t see
my cellulite.”

“She swallows a sigh
Holds back her disdain
Goes back to the kitchen just to start again”

“Excuse their ignorance just this once
just this twice
just this fourth time
just this sixth time”

The darkness
Like an envelope
Swallows her

Inside the walls I am agreeable
I coach my face into understanding
And smile and nod emphatically

I don’t know how old I’ll be
when I find myself.

I hate my hair,
so I shaved it off.
And now I don’t have hair to hate.
Now I hate my legs.

His blue blanket
Her pink one
His piles of Legos
Her pretty Barbie dolls