Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

I AM WORDLESS
i am not a fucking piece of art
the freckles on my arms are not worth more or less
than the scars
your appreciation of my body
does not dictate how i feel in my own skin

if you call me beautiful
i will correct you
I AM DARK
AND BITTER
AND STRONG
LIKE COFFEE
but just because you added milk in the form of “beautiful”
does not make me any less of a fire
and i will burn you to the ground if you ever try to make me feel small
i am bursting out of my skin
and your ropes will not thread me back together once i implode

so back away before i spit your sentences back at you.
I am worth more than your words and twice as much as your hands.

—"THIS POEM IS DESIGNED TO BE SHOUTED" - R.R-P (wildwritings)  (via wildwritings)

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