repoison (a poem)

A passing comment you made, about the way I look

The number of units I could be

While you’re not even in my phone book

The square meter of the space

You think I hold on this planet

The two digits you see my worth as

Am I planned or am I candid?

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A comment that lingers in my thoughts 

Far longer than you do in my eyesight

The weight of your words, nevertheless

Far heavier than my lids that night

While

It is 2.05 am and

Your words penetrate my train of thought

And many thanks to you

In a spiral tonight I am caught

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A passing comment you made

That helps repoison my perception of myself

A few months full of hate 

When I too had those repulsed eyes

For my body

And for my thighs

My skin

My bones

My organs

The very things that let me survive

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A passing comment you made

That made me painfully retrace

When no one had asked for your 

Fucking 

Opinion in the first place