This is a poem about an insecure person who lives a double life and fears post-mortum exposure.
Not smart enough
Not pretty enough
Not good enough
Not slim enough
I have a thick wide bust
The old men lust
I have no trust
Not trustworthy enough
So i hide in my lies
And to my surprise
The same lies came to light
Exposing me for who i truly was
Spilling out of my blood
All over the papers
Into the eyes of onlookers
The white covered in black
The black sprinkled with tacks
The tacks dipped in poison
The poison begins to moisten
Down through the bloodstream it remains
Another soul dripping down a window pane…
La vie enterré…
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