I wrote this poem today and I haven’t written one in a long time. I hope you read this poem and enjoy it. I would love your feedback, so don’t be shy.
Lies
Because…
I gave every piece of me
to an existence as soft and safe as fresh butter.
I am without
love.
But,
I am not as you imagine;
too tenderhearted to touch-
plain and full of shame.
I am not the gifted
nor
the beloved.
I am
the left behind
a light forgotten
Simple truth twisted–
Eerie
like heavy footsteps in the dark.
By Tashia Hill
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