I do not want to be envisioned with flowers in my hair.
Or be seen with my
back arched, eyes smiling at the sun.
I want to be seen
with my head down,
My neck stiff from
memorizing every crack in my floor
As I pace back and
forth in the night, because I’m too afraid to go to sleep.
I do not want my
shoulders broad,
But instead rounded,as I hunch my back
to sit,
As I hold my mouth
open when I’m not talking,
Yet can’t speak up
when in public.
I do not want you
to put the flowers I pick from the stems,
As we walk home in my hair,
They do not belong there.
As if you try to
paint me like something not from this earth,
As if to remove the
dirt from under my uncut fingernails that make me so flawed.
As if to edit my edges
that don’t rhyme, from your lullaby.
Put those flowers
on the ground where I leave them.
Leave them at my
feet where they no longer dance in the breeze
But lie flattened
beneath my stomps,
Destroyed by my carelessness.
Do not envision me
by the shore with golden skin,
When I am pale from
winter’s glow and cannot swim.
Do not exaggerate
the secrets of my eyes,
When you tell me I
seem to eternally squint.
Do not envision me
with flowers in my hair.
It is not the
truth.
If you must change
me.
If I, as I am, am
not worthy of your pen.
Not ready for your
canvas,
Then see me with
two giant heads at war,
As I buoy back and
forth unable to make up my mind.
See me with my
dragon’s tail as I tear our pictures off the wall.
See me with my
harpie’s wings as I flee from every broken word.
See me with my ogre’s
growl as I curse the names of stolen dreams.
If you must change
me.
Make me more the
monster I already am.
But don’t you dare
put flowers in my hair.
By: WerepupJeremy
Photography by: Melissa Cheng
Photography by: Melissa Cheng
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