"To be soft is to be powerful." - Rupi Kaur
For the boys who are told they can't show emotions
For the girls who are called weak because of their skin
For those who can't find the power within themselves or are unable to unsheathe it.
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I remember The first time i seen you When your eyes were still alive And glimmering Like light piercing through the ocean waves Happy and content I remember
When your hair was still curly And that rusty red-brown-bronze color That made knots form in my stomach Each and every time you ran your hand through the strands You hated it Every rusty Red Brown Bronze Strand You hated
And I loved it And I loved you
I still love you No matter how much you changed No matter how you have no semblance of love for me No matter
You weren't skinny You were covered in pimples And black heads And scars Not the happy kind And stretch marks And curves All these signs All these marks Show that you lived That you're alive You hated them too
You dyed your hair blonde Empty Artificial blonde That looked nothing like gold Not even the fake gold painted on fake wedding rings But you thought it did
Your eyes sunk into the abyss They're now dark Dead Cold They're an imposter with the same colors That I fell in love with
Your scars didn't heal In fact you added more They covered the stretch marks And the freckles And the beauty spots They covered the beautiful constellations Knitted across your body Telling their wise tales With darkness
You thought you'd be happier Changing who you are Not eating Punishing your body Darling, I can see your bones I can see your body screaming I can see you screaming But, Baby, how can you be happy When you stare into the mirror And never be satisfied By pushing everyone away Everyone that loves you How can you be happy When you can't recognize who you became? Because I remember
