He Told Me I had a “Kangaroo Pouch”
A response to body shaming and the tactless eyes.
Stuff me,
In the pouch of a kangaroo.
Show me how my own protrudes,
To disturb you.
Call it small;
Poke it through.
Soften the blow,
With a smile set soon.
*
Do not be afraid.
You haven’t gone too low.
Frustrate me;
How?
I will not be ashamed.
*
Pluck the root and hair,
From your own nose.
Show me how to lead;
I will follow.
*
When rain red,
Runs white,
When stars laughs,
At rose,
When rose comes
To star;
I will follow.
A/N: In the second stanza, I asked, “Frustrate me; how?
Have you ever reached a point of calm where a partners words no longer have power over you?
The ending uses Adynaton [literal impossibility] to set boundaries: what are your impossible conditions for following a leader? When mouse feeds a bear! Thank you for reading! 🤗🌼🙏🏽
About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.
A survivor reclaiming her territory.
I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.
Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠
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