In my high school and college days I wrote a little poetry. Some of my favorite ones I wrote in a special book with a wetland scene on the front. Mallards are landing in a marsh. I have no idea why a journal like this would have found its way to me. There are only 10 poems, one of which is not my own but I liked it. and one I wrote in guitar chords but cannot remember the tune. Maybe someday I will test it out.
Anyway, here is the first one I want to share because it spoke to me today and I could feel the emotions I had when I wrote it in college. Thankfully I have matured and am no longer so horribly stuck in these negative feelings. For whatever reason I was particular about how I wrote the words so I tried to duplicate the placement here.
Abuse me please
words of love I translate to be of
girls so much better
than me perhaps size C or D
or extra long no fat to pinch
who do you like to caress
just with your eyes
your fantasies unfold before me
abuse me please
Abuse me please
I cry lonely tears of
self conscience pride
cannot believe beauty
you find in me no self esteem
tormented inside I torture you
to make you say
she's better, a goddess I
can't be
Abuse me please
Abuse me please
so confused to understand
cruel society
what have I become; unhappy with
who I see, can't love me
so abuse me please
abuse me please
think no good- don't deserve
your true love
ironic I have touched before
and looked and liked not so long
before- you
and guilty I am
so abuse me for my
hypocrisy
Abuse me please
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