you are not your body
nor your mind
a spiritual knowing
every seeker will find
.
you live inside this
experience machine
a miraculous vessel
that should feel serene
.
yet we are not born
of a canvas pure
ancestral trauma
is ours to endure
.
your obsession with
your identity -
a dysfunction growing
in intensity
.
body dysmorphia
began before you
your mother and father
had it too
.
their fear and disgust
became your burden
and led you under
the knife of a surgeon
.
accepting the vessel
that you’ve been given
means feeling the pain
ancestors had hidden
.
yet we all prefer
insane extremes
to avoid this pain
and emotional scenes
.
we medicate
or mutilate
instead of addressing
the root of our hate
.
rot begins from
deep within
where self acceptance
ought to begin
.
a foetus poisoned
by body rejection
before it even
feels connection
.
into the consciousness
this deeply embeds
aversion overpowers
pure beings instead
.
what should be vibrance
and joy, gifts from above
this soul is weighted
and without true love
.
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Comments (4)
So powerful Kayleigh! This stanza really hit me: 'we medicate or mutilate instead of addressing the root of our hate' Wow, incredibly written!
It is the case we reject ourselves in spite of the perfection god as we see him created. Some religions prohibit any surgery to alter body including tattoos and for men piercings. I did in school study gender identity disorder back in 2010 so I do understand their “mutilation”
Some excellent observations in this wonderful poem
Yes, we are all spiritual beings having a human experience! "rot begins from deep within where self acceptance ought to begin a foetus poisoned by body rejection before it even feels connection" Gosh these lines are like the ultimate truth that more people need to realise. It would help put an end to ancestral trauma. Loved your poem!