I knew my stature when I was a shrinking violet
wilting wallflower
hangdog hanging in the corner of the gym
stewing in the stench of pubescent sweat
and hurricanic hormonal surges
a bit too fleet of mind
and broad of hip
to be asked to dance.
I knew my stature when I was a shriveling teen
angularly angling
for acceptance in the seat of those size 4 jeans
gaunt of cheek and lean on ease
I nibbled on the knowledge
skinny girls get dated
while I wasted \wishing\ away.
I knew my stature when I was a curvaceous coed
unholstering my sexuality
like the black market weapon it was
filed down and ripe for the bidding
overpowered and unequipped for battled
shooting myself in the foot
greenhorn that I was.
I knew my stature when I was a birthing Bessie
nursing \wet and dry\
bequeather of sustenance and succor
repository of binkies, hugs and tissues
beneath notice as an independent woman
selling my soul for a closed bathroom door.
I knew my stature when I strode that shore
clove in rhythm
with the seething tides
shedding the skin
of a thousand judging serpents
one with the wilding waves
as they sing my siren song.
- Inspired by Kindra M. Austin’s ‘I Knew My Worth‘, and Kristiana Reed’s ‘I Knew My Mistakes.’ and Christine Ray’s ‘I Knew My Name’ and Eric Syrdal’s I Knew My Heart
You are in a league of your very own, AP. Gaahhh, I love you! ❤
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Thank you so much my friend 💜
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Reblogged this on My Screaming Twenties.
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Aurora Phoenix preaches truth on Whisper and the Roar
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Brilliant AP!
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Thank you Christine!
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Made me cry. So beautiful.
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Wow thank you so much Henna
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