every morning
i smear my lips
with blood
and my cheeks
with powder
and put on the face
in the mirror
that will take on
the world.
sometimes i take chains
with me
or leather
to hide my heart
cuz they say it’s
rough out there.
other days i hide
because i do not
want eyes
on my body
because it’s only
part of
me.
i spend too many minutes
examining my skin
counting my pores
and I feel like
hair and waist and eyes
with no soul.
i want the prettiest
part of my body
to be my heart
so why do i
never tuck it neatly
in the corners
and fix its little scars.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith7 days ago in Humor
Comments (1)
Okay that question hit me so hard! Gosh I don't know the answer to that! I gotta start doing that!