Body Modification Pierce my body in places where there aren’t meant to have holes Hopefully some of the pain will seep through Cover my flesh with tattoos to cover the physical scars Which lead to deeper emotional wounds No one can see But are clearly there Whenever my mind has idle time to reflect on all I’ve been through Body paint Disguised as make up and clothes to hide my many imperfections of feeling inadequate and never beautiful enough Designer handbags and shoes To hide my blues Only make them appear clearer when I’m in my room alone Nit picking at my multiple flaws rambling through different body modifications to make me feel complete And acceptable by society twisted standards I ask Jesus to heal me For some reason I feel ignored I keep going through this whirlwind of emotions I can’t seem to get a grip to learn to appreciate me for me How can I want someone else to with all of my body modifications Somewhere deep down I’m there Yelling for a helping hand My voice is muffled from all of the secular music Praising those who have the same insecurities as I do What is wrong with me? Why can’t I see the beauty God created of me? Original individual One of a kind masterpiece No self-love It’s buried deep inside Under all of the men who took advantage of me And the ones I’ve given myself freely Only to leave empty handed Damaged more than before No one willing to lend a helping hand Just walk on by As if you don’t see me crying Desperately needing help No one came to my rescue So I took matters into my own hands Body modification With no hesitation Nipping and tucking Applying and covering What I didn’t like So no one would recognize me
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 03:39:57 +0000
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