By: Thacher Loutin
Bare… unclothed… revealing all to a world that isn’t afraid to judge my shame
Yes, go ahead cyberspace… Critique what the naked eyes can perceive
Feast your eyes on the deepness of my shade, the curve in my waist
See, all that is attractive to the eyes… stare at the picture… click… send… receive.
Hidden in the wide open, is that which you are not permitted to see
An expression of hurt, triggered by the lack of empathy towards my plight
You see my nakedness, but this is just a preview of yet another epic tale
A picture of a moment frozen in time, speaking a thousand words in a silent flick of light.
You see me bare… but your sight is limited to understanding the truth behind the facade
You see… but you don’t hear the pounding of my heart, broken yet again
Or feel the shivers of pain pulsating through my body… triggering yet another relapse
You can’t smell the scent of ash choking me as trust is engulfed in flames.
Can you see me now? Come lie with me… feel the wetness of my pain
Lie on the pillow, let my tears moist your cheek and your face feel the heat of my breath
Permit your ears to hear the whimper escaping through measured breathing
Try to understand why I can’t look up… help me to stop staring in the face of death.
It’s amazing how a single image can speak volumes of your character
Yet, incapable of revealing the totality of the person who lies within
How one click on a phone can leave you prey to unrelenting scrutiny of a perfect crowd
Bruised ego, marred reputation, painful existence… covered beneath flawless skin.
Undressed… yes! I am naked so go ahead a put me on the stand
Let the ‘well clothed’ jury find me guilty… strip me of the dignity that goes with my name
Try me, assess my nakedness… analyze why I am so innocent looking but so boldly unclad
Sentence me… dishonored, humiliated, disgraced? I am without shame!
You stare but you will never see me… until the conservatives release your brain,
To appreciate the notion that we are puppets marching to the same beat
That within you and me resides that untamed expression that needs to be exposed
Nude… Not covered or hushed, but unapologetically indiscreet.
You see the expectations that you have of me to be decent and unblemished
Stop! remove the shadows of your disdain…listen…. feel…experience my pain.
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