wisteria

I am not my hair
Nor my svelte frame
I am not this fragile face
Of sheltered limbs and space
I am not an empty shell
who submits to society's blackmail
I am not my tattooes
Of false representation and
hidden taboos
I hang around as a flightless bird
not a tumbleweed, not one of the herd
A scorned woman
Whose truth cloaks her with strength
And a heart that grounds her to be human.

~ beautifulbruises©2012, RochelleVillaflor©2012

suitcase

I will hold your hand
just like the first time
I will forgive you
like it didn't hurt
I will cling to your truth
like you never falter
I will unpack my suitcase
like I have just moved in
forget all my futile attempts at leaving
will you vow to keep us together?
will you stay?
or will you pretend just like me?
packing, unpacking
what a vicious cycle.

~ beautifulbruises©2012