I kept devaluing myself
every time you left me on read
until I realised
I cannot make you see
that the sun pours out of my eyes
and the stars shoot out of my fingertips
that my skin tastes like honey
and my hair holds fragments of gold
you devalued my body, my soul, my hue – not knowing I was art
whether you wanted me to be
(or not)
Image credits: Eric Nopanen – https://unsplash.com/photos/A2fOLXgIe6k
This is easily one of the best pieces I have read this week. You are a talented writer and I hope you are aware of that. I love everything about this poem.
That’s so sweet, thank you so much for your comments. So appreciated and means so much!