these flaws I call my own
I recognise and often moan
but never would I disown
the things that always make me groan
my fingers serve me well
and I see the tree from which I fell,
the poems on my hands to tell
the stories of a little girl
the smells on us we wash away
but some they linger in our brains,
of people, things, and lonely days.
The naked smell is one that stays.
my nose, my biggest enemy,
so hated by the rest of me
but loved for it’s intensity
of choosing what is best for me
the hair it spares the thoughts of those
who linger by the feet and toes
ignoring flaws of yester-woes
and deliver so the ebbs and flows
the little freckles, spots & moles
join the dots of stories told
and within the darkness of the folds
are bronzes, browns and rose gold
the extremities did feel the storm
tore, and cracked, the rose and thorn
the broken lovers I will mourn,
who gave it up to be reborn.
lines and greys, we wish away
but I will welcome them to stay
the things that I have heard and seen
will live upon my head and gleam.
embrace the drips, the reds and pinks
the jagged, spots, and twisted kinks
the holes, the skin, the parts that stink
the big, the small, the overthink,
the marks, the tits, the mind, the guts,
the massive, and the tiny butts,
the hidden, and the surface cuts,
the yellow teeth, and ugly nuts.
just love yourself. You’re enough.
the love you give need not be tough.
Just love yourself, it’s just above,
the amount you think, is just enough.
writing my thoughts straight from my head in london town