Her Edge Was Round

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short poem about self image.

Submitted: December 07, 2014

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Push, pull
Around and under,
Through and Over,
Yet no one told her
Never told her
Don’t ever tell her,
Just how precious she was.

As days dragged on,
And the lines were gone,
Oh the lines were gone,
Never really gone.
She saw over the bullshit.

Very few eyes
Had witnessed her worth,
Her confidence, her birth,
Her voice…
Never the voice.
Rounded edges fit the hole better.

Don’t you want to be like us???
Jess??
Babe??
Don’t you want to die like us?
Don’t you want to lie like us?
Don’t you want to cry like us?
It’s so easy…
Never easy.


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