Pushing up mouth and firming a screw
face
Not giving a… to what you think of me
Window gazing me like I be a
mannequin wearing something sexy putting it out there for the whole world to
see
Google me
Judging me falsely accusing me
incorrectly
Dressing me wrongly in black and
white stripes
A convict untruly
On trial for embracing every single
cell that makes up me
I am naked
Let your eyes examine me searching
lustfully
The curve of my hips
The shape of my lips
The thunder steps of my thighs
The place on my collar bone to
plant that kiss
The timbre of my voice
The laughter in my gaze
The way my mind thinks and analyse
life
The things that make me tick
The brick falling tears in moments of
sadness
The way my mouth smiles in times of
gladness.
Listen to the rhythms of my heart
It’s the beating African drum
sounding through mountains
Feet stamping two-stepping bare feet
on dusty grounds
Pot lids clashing symbol bashing
sounds
In bed it’s the soft snores
harmonising lullabies’
Here is my nakedness
Admire the imperfections that pattern
my skin uniquely exclusively
Floral wall papering
Black ink typed on newspaper sheets
Read me
Birthday suited and unhidden by make
up places
Spaces of vulnerability I lay bare
Know me truly
Justly question every aspect of me
Assessing my abilities.
Stroking my deficiencies’
Labelling my limitations because
society doesn’t understand or accept me
Unloved
Rejected
Impossible to recycle and squash into
the box you feel you need to put me
My needs neglected not part of the
agenda
Dehumanised into a commodity
An article of trade for you to sell
me
Meaningless it seems my life
Ears closed to words that would cut
deeply through me
Dividing flesh and bone
If I accept it forcefully
Watch me fly high in the sky
And be someone clothed with an unexplainable
greatness
Doing above and beyond imagined and
dreamed
Naked am I
And with it myself brings a butterfly
beautiful individual
Internally and emotionally dancing
inside me
Loving endless flaws that have haunted
my existence
Becoming my eternity
Infinity
Slicing through time aging sharply with
me
Becoming me
My blemishes enabling fulfilment
and
Blissfully making me
Embracing those parts unseen by
others
Forgotten not by self but knowingly remembering
who I be
Look at me and admire my nakedness
Take in every inch of me
And learn to understand me
Shhh.... hear my song
It whispers through the trees and dances on an autumn breeze
It freezes with morning drew and falls with brunt red leaves
It believes and sees the beyond and hopes and expects and captures peace
It sighs
It pauses
It murmurs ‘look at me’
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