Pisaries Creator

I would like to think differently, 

feel differently, 

taste the food 

entering my mouth differently.

Except many years of reflection

does that to a woman, 

does that to me.

Our skin becomes blemished, 

and it ought not be this way 

when we look into mirrors.

We yearn for the days when there

were no wrinkles or muffin tops. 

We have thoughts inside of us,

wanting to look new,

or maybe to be given a chance of renewal.

The youth we once had was not

innocent or wrong,

it was challenged and denied,

and parts were missing from the start,

all of us suffered.

I would like for us to come together,

surround ourselves with support,

know we have each other’s 

fatty and skinny backs. 

We are too divided, conquered by

fear, distrust, greed, and jealousy.

We are annoyed by strangers on glossy

magazine pages and believe certain people 

should not be liked for their flawed

opinions and decisions. 

I suppose this is partially accurate

but they were partially wrong too.

It is easier to place someone 

dangerous in a cage, 

tied down with rope,

not giving her a chance to explain.

Too many of us want to go back

in time to make things better

for one person, herself,

and if I ever got that chance

to step inside a time machine,

I doubt my haters would see me.

A handful would continue to view me

as a threat and not want to understand

how I have changed and grown.

The rest would pretend they never saw me

and look up to the sky as if they were

birds ready to take flight.