broken dolls in beautiful dresses,
paper thin and lovely messes
catch me in my heavy heart,
i won't stomach this deadly art.
perfection's in the smallest measure,
the sharpest edge, the lightest feather.
what weighs more, my body or mind?
it's a perfect i can't hope to find.
i taste like failure, strong and bitter,
my world only getting bigger.
the thinning lines are something sweet
but i will just accept defeat.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)
