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Daily Deviation
July 25, 2015
The poem, beautiful. by AsterGirl, speaks for itself.
Featured by HugQueen
Suggested by days-be-strange
Literature Text
i hate my stretchmarks
the vertical the horizontal the ones running miles down my arms
stripes on a circus tent
my body is a freak show
75 cents a ticket
they are the bars on a cage
trapping me inside this prison cell of flesh
(not letting me run away
from all i once was)
reminding me that i am
still that little girl who
was told that she had too
much weight in her stomach
and in her thighs
to be called beautiful
my stretchmarks are the debris from when i tried to collapse upon myself
tried taking up less space
because beautiful is small beautiful is skinny
diets upon diets
because i've been told that
i am only worth the sharpness of my collarbone
no
no
no
this is not beauty
being forced to become one way is not beauty
this is not beauty
and i shall believe that i am beauty
in all of my forms
because i am proud
proud of this body
proud of these stretchmarks
people keep misreading this morse code as ugly
but i know it has only ever spelt warrior
and maybe i won't feel this way
a month from now, a week from now, tomorrow
feelings change bodies change people change
because we are like trees
constantly growing, rearranging our limbs
to reach for something greater than what we came from
but somewhere along the sides of my bark i wish
to carve in these words
(so on days where i cannot find the strength to love myself
i can remember that for one day i was a girl
star-crossed in love with her body)
i wish to carve in:
i love my stretch marks
they remind me
that i am human:
irregular, imperfect
beautiful for being alive
the vertical the horizontal the ones running miles down my arms
stripes on a circus tent
my body is a freak show
75 cents a ticket
they are the bars on a cage
trapping me inside this prison cell of flesh
(not letting me run away
from all i once was)
reminding me that i am
still that little girl who
was told that she had too
much weight in her stomach
and in her thighs
to be called beautiful
my stretchmarks are the debris from when i tried to collapse upon myself
tried taking up less space
because beautiful is small beautiful is skinny
diets upon diets
because i've been told that
i am only worth the sharpness of my collarbone
no
no
no
this is not beauty
being forced to become one way is not beauty
this is not beauty
and i shall believe that i am beauty
in all of my forms
because i am proud
proud of this body
proud of these stretchmarks
people keep misreading this morse code as ugly
but i know it has only ever spelt warrior
and maybe i won't feel this way
a month from now, a week from now, tomorrow
feelings change bodies change people change
because we are like trees
constantly growing, rearranging our limbs
to reach for something greater than what we came from
but somewhere along the sides of my bark i wish
to carve in these words
(so on days where i cannot find the strength to love myself
i can remember that for one day i was a girl
star-crossed in love with her body)
i wish to carve in:
i love my stretch marks
they remind me
that i am human:
irregular, imperfect
beautiful for being alive
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Breaking
One day, you will open the cupboard
to find a wine glass or some Tupperware
and the world will, without warning
or alarm, roll off the edge of the shelf
and coming crashing down.
The oceans will splash onto the linoleum,
onto the rug. All the dust in all the deserts
will rain down onto the couch and coffee table,
the hills will crumble, the mountains will break,
all the windows in all the cities will shatter
and fall, a thousand dangerous miles of glass
glittering on your kitchen floor.
Everything will hush.
Exhale the breath you are holding,
and go look for a dust pan, for a broom.
Literature
truth in the lens
Your 35mm camera
is like a kid’s scrawl on a cement wall: we were here.
Passion unabridged,
documentation for the sake of documentation
as we lose track of what we were supposed to be doing
and just exist.
You’re as raw as a light scratch at three in the morning,
as lost as a Polaroid in that pocket in your suitcase
that you always forget is there.
(You’re not really lost at all.)
Literature
here are my words
i used to dream whole cityscapes and skylines,
ocean cities and coves washed over with waves,
terrifying, brilliant, unable to touch me.
i used to be able to talk to trees,
to speak in palms and eyes-closed silences
and the sure roughness of bark under my fingernails.
i used to be able to sing
and believe that believing made me better,
believe that joy sounds bright and crescendos.
i used to be someone who tripped on her words,
spilled out in sloppy sentences and sentiments,
used to be someone who could 'sit at a typewriter and bleed'
and in bleeding turn the hurt beautiful.
i used to close my eyes and fall into feeling,
trace the right word
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Wow, nice DD!! I really hope you finally are getting that sweet recondition for your awesome poetry with all this attention...or at least a bit more. You're so talented, I swear it.
I can see why it got DD....this hit hard. I was actually tearing up reading it, because you don't hear this stuff enough. No one should feel ugly, you, me, anyone.
I feel like more people need to say things like this, and I'm glad the more I see it. Thank you.
I can see why it got DD....this hit hard. I was actually tearing up reading it, because you don't hear this stuff enough. No one should feel ugly, you, me, anyone.
I feel like more people need to say things like this, and I'm glad the more I see it. Thank you.