watercolor thoughts [completed]

xxxxvii | t i g e r s t r i p e s

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[needs editing, a slightly mediocre poem]

tiger stripes

stretch marks line her hips 

and bottom

she smiles and she laughs but

at home she traces the lines

and tries to wish them away

you will never see her in a bikini 

bottom, until wishes are spent

and enough cream is rubbed,

she kneads so hard her skin

feels as if she is nothing but 

cream and unconfident wishes,

and that is what she becomes,

filled with fake cheer and 

yearning dreams curled around

her brain

everyday she stands in front

of the mirror and wants to love

them like everyone else does,

call them battle scars and proudly

bear them,

a tiger who's earned her stripes.

but she's only a cub, and she

doesn't love herself, no, she can't

when ugly scars line her skin 

like dashes of white on a black

canvas

she is only a teenager who has 

already received tattoos she wishes

could disappear with a thought

but imperfections don't leave easily,

and on goes the shorts 

to escape judgement,

on goes the shorts

to escape the stares of others,

on goes the shorts 

to escape her own distaste

she has never fought such a hard

battle against herself. 

it is in this battle against herself

that she wins her badge of honor,

it is in this battle against herself

that she truly wins her

tiger stripes.