The price you pay for skin

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: The House of Poetry

Submitted: September 15, 2018

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The Price You Pay For Skin

 

You’re a contemplative carrier pigeon
Do you know I can see
The cogs in your head turning
Moving your iron giant jaw
Forcing out empty complacent messages in monotone monotony 
Playing auto tuned emotions
Bitter sweet as rotten berries

Feeding lines like grains of rice
Believable as comparing mountains to grains of sand 
Saying whatever it takes 
To feed your hunger stricken shaking hands

Starve. 

This body is no road map
For you to take a drive
I’m not some country back road for leisure strolls and easy rides
I’m not a Sunday morning
This skin isn’t real estate
My flattery comes from kinder times
But believe me it quickly fades

My curves can’t be counted for calories 
In your diet of sweat and skin
My supple ample anything
Isn’t earned by simple men
Your flattery is atomic vapors
Yet your compliments hang heavy
Your bullshit flows like rivers
But they’ve got nothing on my levees 

Your iron giant jaw prides yourself on how oily words live inside 
But below your flesh and structure
Hides a boy so small
Broken and flustered 

He wears a coat of armor 
An ego that benches hundreds
I bet that impresses most
And I’m a bitch, a cunt, a tease
When it’s not what gets these buttons undid

I’m not sorry for my standards
I’m no ego boost for the masses
Grains of sand 
Aren’t tokens for unworthy hands
I’ve lived years as a farmhand 
If you take into account my years spent with worthless asses 

So no, 
You are not special
I don’t care what your mama told you
Be a man 
Not a bastard boy
Deserve and earn me
If I’m expected to unravel below you


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