My Beautiful Woman Skin

My Beautiful Woman Skin

I see male faces in different spaces

Frowns and torment conforming to their despair

I stare upon their eyes and find myself lost within their souls

I fold into into an envelope and slip myself underneath their nose

A door never open yet I want closure

My kindness is used as a pen to write dark stories that have no end

Their wounds open and bleeding and no matter how long I stay pleading for them to be fixed

The cuts continue to tear and they rely on me to hold them and show that I care

But I have open wounds too

They are dirty and becoming infected

I’ve neglected my grievances

And I’ve repeatedly elected myself to be the doctor for men and their self inflicted pain

I’ve even exposed myself to their viruses and became ill

And whose their to hold my hand?

Who their to put my broken pieces together?

Where can I lay my trauma?

My heart has been weaken by all the drama

That I chose to indulge in.

I chose to be the counselor

The friend

The sex doll to fall asleep in

And once done with one man I find the next to heal with my kindness and pleasurable skin

But not anymore

I’m not here to close an unopened door

I’m not the bandage to place on a man’s torn ego

He can fix it himself

He can guide himself

Pay his own dues

Because I have open wounds too

I don’t intend to let them scar me

I will find peace and overcome my challenges

I will embrace myself

And I will be brand new

No open wounds

No lesions

Just me inside my beautiful woman skin