My Shame

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Submitted: September 01, 2018

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Submitted: September 01, 2018



My Shame


My immemorial, timeless shame.

My head to the ground, eyes teary, ice sliding down my spine, shame.

It isn't mine

It's been handed to me in the form of no's and disaproving or approving glances from strangers who think they weren't caught molding their eyes to the rising and falling cascade of my skin.

It's been shoved down my throat with delicate pericision, or forcibly lined in concrete by the hands of old men that I don't know the name of. 

My shame.

It has beaten and starved, carved and bullied, created me

My shame is not skin deep

It burrows into my brain, and If I have one, my soul

Its the shame that I can't.

Can't think,

Can't breathe,

Can't create.

The shame and sadness that I am not what I am,

That I am nothing.

That I burn, but no one sees.

That I belong with the stars, displayed as an infinite burning light with no tangible future but to die out.

That is what I am.

I exist. I burn.

And I will burn until the day I die out

A grave amongst a heaven of stars



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