From the heart
I have been told I cannot write poetry.
It saddens me; writing is the only way I know to how talk to cry to laugh and to share my love.
I have been told I can't sing.
Butt my cords are my instruments of expression. My cords are the only thing I have when all of you turn on me. When all of you have more important things to tend to.
I have been told I am skinny
Yet why do I still feel so fat
Why do I despise the jiggling that my thighs and tummy make?
If I am as skinny as I have been told I am, why don't I look into the mirror and say 'Damn girl you need some meat to cover those bones'
I have been told that I am clever, smart, intelligent, an intellectual. Then why is it that stupid is the only word in my vocab I see fit to describe my intellectual abilities.
Simple arithmetic is a task for my mind. Learning a now song. Takes me consulting with my good friend internet to get it right. Ask me for my father's number and my phone will give you the answer... Ah my first rhyming words, proof of my stupidity.
Stop telling me I can't write. Poetry is my therapist.
Stop telling me I can't sing. My cords comforts me when I'm the least important thing in your life.
Stop telling me I'm skinny. Till the day I get on a diet to intentionally gain weight. I'm FAT.
Stop telling me I'm smart. My mind is too slow to process that. I'm STUPID.
And I will write. I will sing. So stop!!!!
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