Mental Health
Anøther Raven
January 19th is Edgar Allen Poe's Birthday This is inspired by a good friend after a short chat yesterday. I am going to try and create a poem using the format and mood of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”. It is a long poem and I have a premise of taking a book of Poe’s writing and reading it as The Raven looks on.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 13 days ago in Poets
Am I Beautiful Yet?
🖤 I starved myself from one fifty down to eighty four They said that I'd be beautiful if I lost a little more 🖤 I kneeled above the toilet bowl and choked until I bled Exhausted, hollow, shaking with a poison in my head 🖤 I bought the fake extensions to fill out my 'too fine' hair I painted on a smile to cover up despair 🖤 I injected the Ozempic to erase that final meal I prayed the pills would numb the pain they told me not to feel 🖤 They told me, "Love your body!" in a filtered beauty ad while selling me a diet plan for every extra pound I had 🖤 They yap about acceptance while they measure every inch and profit off our quiet tears They never even flinch 🖤 Am I beautiful yet? 🖤 They want a tiny, cinched-in waist but giant hips and bust a contradiction carved in flesh to satisfy their lust 🖤 Go slice your stomach, suck the fat make your cheek bones high filter every photograph and live a fucking lie 🖤 Glue on the lashes! Bleach your teeth! Go paralyze your brow! Smooth out the wrinkles on your skin! You're oh so beautiful now! 🖤 Wait! Shave off the hair! Erase your pores! Don't let a texture show! If you break some capillaries, it will give you a 'natural glow'! 🖤 Drop down a size... but keep the curves! Don't age a single day! You can look young forever... if you're willing to pay 🖤 Don't eat that! It's bad for you! Drink protein shakes instead! No, you are not hungry! Skip dinner! Go to bed! 🖤 Am I beautiful yet? 🖤 Girls gagging on the glamour while they purge upon the floor corpses wrapped in lace and pink and they keep pushing us for more 🖤 Stomachs roar in agony hearts begin to skip while they rub toxic plumper on a bleeding, swollen lip 🖤 We're counting calories in ice and counting steps we walk while we get torn down by the cruel way that they talk 🖤 If you're big, you're lazy but if you're thin, you're sick they set the trap and wait for us to fall for every trick 🖤 Wrap your waist in corsets till your ribs begin to crack inject the filler in the jaw and straighten up your back 🖤 Tuck in the skin, lift up the breasts be sure and eat your kale! Buy your way to Paradise by living in a hell 🖤 Am I beautiful yet? 🖤 Keep going! Almost there! Just sacrifice your health A billion dollar industry just growing in their wealth 🖤 They sell the cure for bullshit that they manufacture first and leave us dying in the dust consuming our own thirst 🖤 She broke her bones. She cut her skin She threw up every bite She faded out to nothing in the middle of the night 🖤 She gave you every ounce of flesh and bowed to your decree Then you laughed at her for saying, "There's nothing left of me" 🖤 Is she beautiful yet? 🖤
By Sara Wilson14 days ago in Poets
