plastic

my own affection; my wings

acceptance
is a
thick pill to
swallow.

i've tried to
push
it down for
too
long. even though
i
wasn't sure
how
to swallow.

i bit it down,
sometimes,
only when i
was too
frustrated with
it. but
it only left
a harsh,
bitter taste in
my mouth.

i finally
mustered up
the courage to
push it
down.

and slowly
but surely;

the scars on my
shoulder blades
healed.

then weeks passed.

and the skin
on my
back began
to form
goosebumps.

soon, small
and fluffy white
feathers
grew in their place.

in short time, i
had grown my
very own wings.

no longer,
did my back ache.

no longer,
did they cut through
cotton clouds
like razor blades.

no longer,
did they crumble
in the
light of the sun.

and for once,
i finally felt
my very
own beauty shine
through and light
up my life with
golden joy.

i now understand and feel
completely
independent and free.

i don't dress
for
anyone
but
myself.

i don't paint
my face
with your own
in mind.

i don't sleep
with you
next to me
in my head.

i don't bathe
in somebody else's
affection.

my own,
will suffice.