when she gets on the bus people sneer, people taunt
they see a mistake in a female's delicate skin
bad haircut, voice too deep to be one of an angel's
pockmarks on the face that is supposed to be honey
that earthen scent doesn't blend with the roses, does it
she is a weed in a garden of pretty flowers
she is not tall, straight, unblemished
but she is human and they cannot see that
the mistake is raw beauty
the kind that pulls you into a dream you don't ever want to wake up from
the haircut is an expression of individuality
the pockmarks are actually clusters of stars
they adorn her face and light it up with youth and love and beauty
that earthen smell is the garden that blooms inside her
and nothing can make her wilt
because those other flowers look the same, smell they same
they will never be like her
because they haven't embraced their thorns yet
she is a girl and a beautiful one at that
her pores may not drip incandescent estrogen
her lips may not have tasted another's
her thoughts may not have grown up like her body
but she is a symphony
through her teeth cascade rivers of incandescent notes, ethereal chords
they may clash
they may sound harsh and amorphous
but they play her song
and that's all that matters
so one day she stands up on the bus
and her words drip unfathomable emotions
DO NOT BE AFRAID
she cries, her words velvet dipped in wine
I MAY NOT BE PRETTY ON THE OUTSIDE
BUT I AM A FUCKING HUMAN THANK YOU VERY MUCH
I CAN DECIDE HOW TO DO MY HAIR
WHETHER TO COAT MY CHEEKS WITH MAKEUP
I AM MYSELF
AND NOTHING YOU DO CAN EVER CHANGE THAT
her tears are not of misery
and no one sneers anymore
because she is brave
she is strong
she is human
and she writes her own lyrics
nikki writing poems in < 10 mins and not editing them = bad idea
also wish i had the courage to stand up and tell people to grow the fuck up
YOU ARE READING
the art of falling
Poetrypaint me as deep and as blue as the sea and maybe i will find the strength to drown myself