A Piece of Mind

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

I would happily let a man buy a minute of my mind,
But we give our minds to each other for free.
I am always left with a craving, however,
For someone who is able to see past my borders.
And although my heavy clothing covers my everything,
I feel dangerously unknown to the world, Ill-fitting,
And just as I see them as dangerously naked.
Just as I have come,
To imagine Myself as,
Irreversibly unknown,
Irreversibly, Lost.

They see women as naked, yet I am not.
I find myself helplessly eluded,
I worry that even through,
My sweaty clothing,
That covers my everything,
I will only be seen for my baser parts,
They will see me,
As they see each other,
And women even based.
Women become but parts of machinery,
Or Flat Mahogany Wood, left for Carving.
A means to some ego's self satisfactory.
And our society, becoming the factory,
That a man required.

I walk through shrouded glares like a ghost,
The hell in their eyes,
The stranger,
Reflected back.

You see just as some look to see what is in dark places before arrival,
I always find my instincts are to jump down the rabbit holes,
Even those that have been deemed unfit to venture into.
And so I leave it there,
The colors in twirl,

And my brain growing,
And then shrinking,
Like my lungs,
Until death.


Submitted: December 04, 2020

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Angel Acuna-Robinson

I let people rent my mind for free all the time...and this resonates with that notion...every single time I read it.

Mon, December 14th, 2020 5:58am

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