Body
By JensPen
My sweet incumbent body You bend and twist I see your toes, they wag Your nose, your wrist I will keep you Wrap you in a thick Veil of conceitment That no one will Uncover you insecurity I will thrust high your head Fill you with false truth Inject you with pride I will hold you up to the multitude And let the millions Grapple with the ability To touch your warmth (How sad that you may want the warmth as well) You will never cry Only briefly will my tears Befall you chin We will show the world you strength (How sad that you have none to show) Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 05:36 AM PST 0 • 1
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"My sweet incumbent body..."