I went to the mall the other day and I had that really bitter encounter with a teenage boy who felt it was ok to vividly criticize my appearance in front of everyone.I am a very insecure person generally and I have been occasionally suffering from agoraphobia, so what for someone may seem as nothing but a little tease, to me is much more frustrating...So I wrote something about it.Dammit, it came out a bit too long!Cookies if you read it to the end.Sorry if I sound too histrionic, that's not the case.
Fought against a scarecrow
Question my form,your bigoted teeth
violet crescents,bite marks upon my soul...
As if I don't have enough.
I wonder, how do I look in your eyes,
am I that disgusting,
so that I urge you to taunt me?
And if I am,what is it to you?
In the old days they used to burn us you know...
would you like to burn me too?
Or you carry your most recent ancestral stigmata
and you'd like to restrain and main me,
make sure I don't reproduce
and then poison me with toxic fumes for I'm flawed?
Well?Is it my body?My hair?
Too many colors for you to handle there?
Or my piercings...my silver?
Please tell me,I'd like to correct myself...
I'm person,
just like everyone else...
Just like you.
What was that?Do I look stupid?
Pity, for I like myself.
It is a hot day
and if I wore something else...
I'm sorry,
do I annoy you?Insult you?
Please avert your eyes then
and let me be...
I'm far too broken already
to let you crack me...
Don't you think you're alone.
I don't admire this flesh either,
how many times I have tried to transform it,can you guess?
I guess not.
See these scars here?
I got them when I was about your age,
they'll never heal...
See this face?
Bet you wonder why all these colors,
all this garishness...
You'd have nightmares if it weren't for those.
Come closer,
can you discern the traces of their claws?
And all these streaks of different patterns,
each of them has a meaning...
My personal flags,
adding more when something old ends and something new is beginning.
Oh,you poor creature...
Your insolence is commendable,yet totally demeaning...
Challenged the meek and sick and miserable
and thought that what you did was winning?
You are pathetic...
You fought against a scarecrow.
How brave of you.
Let them go...... they miss a lot. Their loss.
The bitter reality, man indeed looks on the outward appearance while the Lord looks on the heart. As if instinctively knowing this we cower or try to conform lest we face this, or....... Poignant write!