Such relief in removal
Help me to take off
This man-made beauty
Which looks nice for a while
Distracts me from my insecurities
But the discomfort eats me up
Tears me down
Glitter of this false crown
Clouds my eyes and haunts my soul
Only when it’s gone do I feel whole
I am loved both with and without
But even as it’s applied
Hear my aching bones shout out
This is wrong
Stop this mess
What you need is to confess
This impurity beneath
Improper dress
These lies unsheathed
Prevent your best
Become new
Take it off
Leave it to
All those who scoff and scorn
You’ll be reborn
In the light of the coming morn
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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