They ask me
what my favourite place
in the entire world is;
where i am most comfortable in
where i am most myself
and they expect a far flung city
or a party club with night music
i tell them it’s a 4×8 room,
with two windows; one French
from where rays of sunshine
come in bits and pieces
and mix with my body hair
and blemishes that are looked upon
as ugly
they make me comfortable
for i have hated myself;
for far too long
i cursed myself
for i didn’t fit the beauty and brainy norms
set by the society
day after day,
i felt the real me slipping away
but this room
this 4×8 room
my wardrobe, my study desk, my book shelf, my bed, my sticky notes
make me feel like myself
make me feel like i belong
the talks i have with my walls
make me aware
that in my real deep conversations
lies my story and my strength
the thoughts of me producing a play
or acting in it
a short film or a stage performance
ripping my humour and talent open
makes me believe
that i am so much more than the girl in the mirror.
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