Thank you Holla Bing for jumping on this Prompt and Elisabet Velasquez for creating it
I apologize to my body parts - pent up-alogy
For no seeing the darkness in men who wished to be the dancing shadow within them
Always requesting to be relinquished of agony yet my life has programmed me
that tears are unnecessary
so I incarcerate them
in frozen memories that
shake my will in the moonlight
For not being able to defend you against believers
hidden behind a white collar, making them the sinners
yet tainting me
with the confusion of their lost representation
of what God meant to me.
I am sorry
for beauty to be taken so highly to hell
as first kisses never meant to be
stolen flavors of innocence
and the bitter aftertaste of sweet lies.
Unable to learn the art of taking what was stolen from me
so i choose to never initiate kisses.
-Be free to live voluptuously
For the way older men look at you,
as if they do not have children of their own and
puberty wasn't awkward enough.
Shaping me into overly weighted, unhealthy, pre-diabetic lies by doctors. An anomaly.
The way my curves and fullness
places me upon different leveled pedestals of self worth
paved by strangers hands,
still deeming themselves unworthy-be free to live voluptuously
For despising the
extra feathers in my wings
that flap in every wave.
Hiding behind sweaters
and long sleeves in the heat.
Shaming the elasticity of my body image pointed out consistently.
Ignoring that they are branches
elongated towards the growth of love and warming of cold souls.
Hiding you from
-being free to live voluptuously
For those who consistently discharge me from being anything other than myself. Profiling me on its size and lack of daintiness. Questions of would and do you ever think of reducing it,
Taino stature and African regality
People have had me confused with Queens of other nations.
Unable to speak my language of beauty- be free to live voluptuously in peace.
For these reasons I apologize wholeheartedly
thid is my pent up apology