This body is not fit for modeling

there bits that hang

and places that sag

for life has left a mark

that lingers

reminds me of who I am

I am not rare beauty

I am that most common of packaging

and I am not at all sorry

for I prefer my soul common

and clean

My gaze, if you pause long

reveals that which shines truly

my beauty, I hope

revealed within my souls

most quiet dignity

I may not at first glance

be much to stir a heart

but what heart would love truly

that loves so quickly?

I would prefer that which takes

unearthing to discover

Beautiful!

Amazing, MsWiz

Very powerful and moving.
Wonderful write, Smurfy

I agree completely. It's always nice to see new faces around here

Such an amazing write, Angel! Beautiful!

I loved this. Very nice write!

Very, very sexy write, Poetic!

Wonderful, jimz!

Powerful write, creations

Nice write, carnie

Thank you 1000

Very nice write, 1000

So, this guy (who shall remain nameless) decided add me to his favorites without speaking to me first and send me a friend request (also without speaking to me).

After I denied his friend request, he changed his age on his profile from 22 to 23 in order to get past my email filter.

Then he sent me this gem:

"hey girl are you a favorite bangbus fan??"

He told me to come sit
and my heart, gleeful at the attention
wandered over
for his disposal.
He had an agenda
and my body was his project,
his hands his tool.

My heart, so small,
shrank away
hid inside
sheltered itself
protecting me
from my own thoughts
condemning me for not fighting
such a stronger soul.

He set back to work
returning often for another round
of lets sit down.
My sun had broken
and I sought to flee,
begging to be let go.
I was trapped
at the mercy of those who did not know
why his little helper
was not being helpful.

For this sin,
he committed
he made a show of paying
$1 for my service
in front of them all.
The shame of it
still burns my cheeks
for I had no choice but to accept
or explain.

Echoes in my ears,
taunting words
spoken
while he stuck his fat fingers
in places innocent and clean.
Words said
still follow me in dreams
for I allow them strength
nowhere else

New breath fills me
and knowledge educates me.
My soul,
which he tore
has been made whole.
My heart
rebuilt
piece by piece
sliver by sliver

I glow
I gleam
I glimmer
like a statue
I am unbarred
I am set free
I am knowledge discovered
and dignity restored.
Love wins!

My soul is worth more than a dollar
and I know now
what no one else said.
I am my own love
and that love protected me
I am stronger then I knew.
I am in love
with every part
of myself.
Love wins!

God bless my heart
Which sheltered me
freed me to be the promise
that lives inside me.
What was destroyed
I will reclaim
and recreate
into something worthy.

Knowledge of shame
will lead to power to heal
these hands,
my hands
stronger than his words
stronger than his sin
stronger than the test
of my soul.
Love wins!

Give me shelter
so I can share it
with those who have need
of my hearts protection.
Love wins.

Thank you

Harold
Sweet
Up
Different
Pete

Thank you (((flame , SKPCG , pkd )))

Mirror images of myself
in the warm guise of
relations past;
I bestowed upon so many of you
honor where there was none,
love where you gave none.
It wasn’t fair, and I know this now,
to expect to find
a healing touch
from your make-believe hands.
Ghosts, no,
as you never were.
Reflections, more aptly
projections
of my naked weaknesses,
my unvoiced truths.
You were more to me in absence
than you ever were
sleeping beside me.

Thank you (((s1ow & pkd )))

Nice write, J