Piercings (poem)

piercings

Pain and faces

Things that show up in random places and I never wanted to replace it

But with a head up in space, using my fingertips to trace all these features

My nose, my eyes, these beautiful creatures

Using my thoughts as my teachers

Pain occurs without warning or notice,

And yeah, maybe I'll blow this,

But I choose to take this pain and turn into beauty,

In the form of metal studs and spikes, I throw on my favorite blue tee

It's kind of spooky but truthfully I want to be this

I'd choose a needle in my face over a tear streaming down it

And even though my thoughts are kind of clouded

And my heart is a bit shrouded

I want to decorate my face like a Christmas tree

Ornaments dangling, sparkling free, for everyone to see, because truthfully

I didn't pick my facial arrangements and I want this engagement

This contract of rearrangement, pierced entertainment, making a statement

Hear me from a mile away because my steps jingle jangle, even with my hair in a tangle

I'll be seen from a new angle, no need to wrangle with this

Endorsed and enforced and reversed and submersed

Challenging ideas of femininity while slaying social norms

Done with wearing this Pepto pink uniform, done trying to conform, almost as though they've tried to chloroform me

So I'll wear my nose jewelry proudly and profoundly

Don't tried to cloud me because I'm allowed to be who I wish

And bitch, don't try to say I'm in a phase or I'm "just confused"

Because that's just life, and I don't appreciate my rights being abused

Or to be accused of trying to amuse people

I'll authentically be me,

Dressed head to toe in

Piercings