These Once Precious Things
For Anyone Dealing with the Shitty High School Years
These Once Previous Things
I once had a friend who,
after I felt his glare burning holes
on the side of my head,
told me I was ugly.
The actual words never came out of his mouth,
he was more crafty than that.
After running his eyes over my body
in that probing, penetrating way
that only men can,
he said my eyes were too big,
hair too short
breasts too large,
I was too short,
my skin was too dark,
arms too flabby,
stomach too big,
hips too wide,
After his declaration of disgust,
he stood arrogant,
watching,
waiting,
hoping to see if his words
forced tears to appear in the corner of my eyes.
I stood watching him, watching me.
Waiting.
Determined not to give this 5'3,
manga reading, wanna be ninja
the satisfaction, I laughed.
Didn't get the reaction you wanted, did you, asshole?
He told me he was only joking,
and walked away, checking to see
if I was as strong as I appeared,
and was not, instead, on the ground in tears.
But his hurtful assessment of me
were things I already thought about myself
in between smiles
when my mind drifted to that isolated
island where my insecurities run rampant,
and I let broken boys hurt me with
impunity.
He had won.
About the Creator
Courtney Jackson
I am a Texas native who loves writing poetry, attending open mic nights, and doing anything that leads to life-affirming self-discovery.
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