Most days my body speaks
in Chinese whispers;
hiding the compliments
and concealing the insults
to become congealed words
of self loathing and distaste.
Until the voices rise
and tremble like the peak
of a volcano;
erupting into screams
of hatred, baying for blood
and violence, teeth bared,
turning a rabid stare onto
the skin I dread to name
my own, and share
with more than the inside
of woolly jumpers
and ill fitting clothes.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
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Wow, i love this, especially
“Most days my body speaks
in Chinese whispers;”
Honestly, sometimes we are so awful to ourselves …..
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Thank you ☺️ and yes, we really are at times…
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