Forty-Six: A Poem About Learning to Love Our Insecurities
Last night I counted How many blemishes I wanted to fix From knee to toe on one leg alone I found forty-six That's forty-six reminders of my shame Forty-six ghosts that haunt me with insecurity Forty-six times I stared into the mirror Crying over my impurity I am a ruined canvas Covered in billions of paint splatters Buy me a palette the color of invisibility So with my image I can feel flattered But these messengers of self-hatred Can never be exchanged for pride I can never be free, for they cannot be severed Believe me, I've tried But perhaps there's a reason why scars are forever To serve...