The things that make me feel bad
Are things i often do to myself
Bring to myself
Get for myself
Like the tube of vibrant rouge lipstick that looked good in its wrap but not on my lips
Or the torquiose body spray that smelt like the sea when I was shopping but on me like a bug repellant
Or the snow white heels that beautify my feet when standing in them but hurt my toes and ankle if I move an inch
Or that regal African print gown that looked good on the mannequin but dwarfed me when I tried it on
Or that pretty pink phone that I bought for its colour that died three months later
Or, or ... the list is endless
Everytime I see them,
These all make me feel bad
So here is what I will do;
I will Dump them all,
flush them down the drain
Set them on fire
Then I will forget
Then I will not feel bad
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Poetryjust a bunch of poems and prose that comes to me every now and then - its on here and my blog