I’ve always been afraid of facing what scares me. So I like to pretend that things are alright, And that there’s nothing to worry about But my body can’t lie, as my leg continues to shake uncontrollably and my mind shutting down when I don’t want to confront what needs to be confronted.
A child in a woman’s body is what I feel like. Uncomfortable with my sexuality as if I were still in middle school And finding humor in things that “a woman should not find humor in” because it’s unlady like.
The lack of my confidence makes me want to rip the skin off of my very body and never come back to it. Like a Child running away from home You can run, but the problems will always still be there. Wishing I could close my eyes and wake up as a different woman.
A woman who can walk down the street with her head held high not minding who looks over.
A woman with a voice who is not afraid to speak with it.
A woman who exudes confidence and sexuality.
A woman who is equally respected as she is feared.
A woman who is disciplined and cares for her mental and physical health enough to do something about it.
See if you haven’t caught on yet, I’ve spent my life being a dreamer
Always wishing and dreaming and never actually doing
Sometimes I just feel like a piece of furniture, a stand in, an extra,
always in the background and never the star.