• F*ck the Game

    anyone could tell you
    I was never a raving beauty
    even my family would agree

    too many freckles
    not enough oomph
    that indefinable thing
    (whatever it was)
    that made other girls stunning

    think of them as Barbies
    and me…a paper doll
    not much without all the added extras
    and even they left details…Read More

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    F*ck the Game

    anyone could tell you I was never a raving beauty even my family would agree   too many freckles not enough oomph that indefinable thing (whatever it was) that made other girls stunning   think of them as Barbies and me...a paper doll not much without all the added extras and even...

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    • Willow, you are stating facts. There is no winning “if she is supposed to be better than me” F*em

      • I look back at old photos now and think wtf? I don’t think they can win if we don’t play the game. So I bowed out in favor of just being me. Thank you, Fia

    • Great poem with an honest message. Fuck them all! Bravo!

    • Comparison is the thief of joy.
      Let those that judge lose their joy and you dear Willow keep yours.
      Great write.
      🙏
      P.S. If that avatar is a picture of you, you look more than fine to me.

      • I think if it hadn’t been those closest to me (my cousin not included) doing the comparing and always pointing out my failings, it wouldn’t have been so easy to believe the bullshit. And yes, the avatar is me. Hair colour subject to change without notice, but it always returns to its natural white. Thank you, Peter

    • Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write with layers and layers of depth and honesty my friend. To be honest I was oblivious to flirting or signs of interest from women. My friends would tell me after the fact that so and so was all into me, I laugh about it now, but I just didn’t think women thought of me that way. lol. I didn’t think highly of myself and when subscribing to that way of thought, it left to me blind to possibilities I guess. That was deep. lol. Sorry about the flashback. You’re a beautiful woman and a kindred spirit my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • I lived with my cousin and her family for a year in 8th grade and I remember coming around the corner to her room and hearing her tell her best friend she was afraid her boyfriend would like me better because I was prettier than her. I froze in my tracks in shock. The way society (and family) feeds us such bullshit to tear us down is mind blowing. It wasn’t long after that incident that she told me how she has to play the game. She chose to continue to play the game…on her terms though. I said fuck that and stopped trying. Amazing what we see when we look back through the mirror of time, isn’t it? Thank you, my friend

    • She is a lovely person and she never engaged in the comparison game. She gave me my first ounce of self-affirmation and I’ll be forever grateful to her for seeing what nobody else did. Thank you, Brenda 🧡

    • It took me a lot of years to come into my, as it were. Did modeling in my youth and still didn’t believe in me. Thank you, Gus

    • Hah! I love that version of the chant! I think I’ll keep that one in mind. Thank you, M.E

    • My daughter was enjoying this until she reached the section on my cousin’s reality, then she started crying. Reality hit her. There is no way to win, so let’s not play. Thank you, Honoria

  • Not Really Mine…

    as passion spills from my pen…
    I show him what I’ve written
    ask if I should share…
    or keep it hidden

    he quietly demures…
    shakes his head and says…
    he would not censure my words
    that I own my verse

    I smile and sigh
    knowing the truth deep inside
    without him…
    these little love notes…
    would not even be here

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  • Shadow Haunting

    don’t look at her
    she’s not at her best just now
    it isn’t the disheveled hair
    or the worn out sweats she’s wearing
    but if you study her appearance
    you’ll see the struggle in her bearing

    in the way her eyes slide sideways
    a magnetic repulsion effect
    slipping away from any chance meeting
    guarded…
    there’s no safety…Read More

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    • True enough, sometimes you just want to melt into the woodwork, disappear into the shadows, hide from the world or, perhaps someone particular. Someone who has hurt you. Then too, often it’s the opposite. The need to be seen, to be acknowledged as a human being. Not as an object or in a negative way, but seen for who you truely are, whole,…Read More

      • It’s such a dichotomy….needing to be seen but wanting to disappear. At times it’s simultaneous. We are such complicated creatures. Thank you, Curt

  • Just a Flesh Wound

    just walk it off
    how bad can it be?
    if they have to ask…
    they really don’t get it

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