My shame is having poor self esteem.
My shame is saying what I think others want to hear.
My shame is my fluctuating asexuality.
My shame is feeling like people are out to get me.
My shame is waiting for the good times to end.
My shame is my fear of God.
My shame is letting someone control me.
My shame is wanting someone to control me.
My shame is only feeling pretty when I'm skinny.
My shame is only feeling beautiful in my femininity.
My shame is feigning vulnerability.
My shame, my shame, my shame.
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Collected Poems: Vol. I
PoetryThis is the debut collection of poems by poet Sasha Lynn Wallace. Volume I explores and dissects their personal experiences regarding: love, joy, spirituality, heartbreak, & trauma. Poems from 2018-2023