Fortress of a Cripple
Location
Eyes brown too average.
Brows over grown.
Arms with wings unable to fly.
Breast small not wanted at KFC.
Stomach,
Tummy,
Tank,
Pudge,
Craves more lines than one.
Thighs, a hurricane more masterful and blasting than thunder.
Feet abnormal from one another,
Left listens the best it can,
Crooked and wrong is the Right.
Dystonia rare not even a remedy,
Shifts all my limbs to its instruction.
Walking in a straight line,
Inconceivable.
Not my doing,
Not my fault.
Control of my body
NOT my own.
MY BRAIN SIGNALS FUCKED UP,
Entangles its own directions.
Creativity the only thing left to move me.
Tears affirm the anguish.
Anger lets it all out.
Love keeps me strong.
Hope encourages me to attempt me to move on.
Mind and Heart working in tandem
Shows my true glamour.
Loveliness that is better then anything my body can contort,
The comments,
The glances can dominate.
I wear it on my SLEAVE
BEAUTY- my Fortress
Beauty flawless.
