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
