Not Worth It
Photo Location: Central Park, NYC
Someone once told me the attention of a faceless coward is not worth dying for.
Even though everywhere I look, billboards and commercials tell me it is.
Others have bodies chiseled as if rapids carved them.
Others have hair that skips through breeze as if oxygen tickles their scalp.
Something I am not meant to own and I became jealous of the conventional.
I find the perfect mirror that shifts my nose to everyone’s liking.
Stretch my skin back pre-sling shot.
Inflated my ass and rocketed the size of my penis.
Beauty is something that I always want to see.
Mirrors do not lie; they show me more than what is just on the outside.
The mirror reminds me that "perfect" is something I will never be.
May I remind you that mirrors are also hypocrites?
They say you need to be exact, a replica, never a knock-off.
So then, I decide to punch my mirror in and shards of glass bust my hand.
My face no longer belongs to my body so then I change my ways.
I obsess over the fact that I will never be what everyone else wants to achieve.
Runaway, faster than creatures that lay closer to the ground.
Find the top of a mountain; take a seat at the cliff.
Let the space between myself and the bottom of the mountain whisper.
It is worth dying for.
I am trapped.
The grip of a stranger holds me in place.
I scream as tears start to waterfall past my cheeks.
The stranger incarcerates the liquid in a vile, locks it, and places it in my lap.
I will capture every tear in a jar to remind you that the vines that constrain you are not worth dying over.
About the Creator
cristian luca
cristian luca is a poet, photographer, and activist with a bachelors degree in women and gender studies. he is extremely passionate about social change and art.
instagram: @cristianlucapoetry_
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