i run

i run with thighs that carry my burdens

 

thighs that curve and give me form

 

thighs that hug at my waist embracing me like love

 

i run with passion as my chest moves like 

a thunderstorm that pounds its way through.

 

lungs reaching their capacity and exhaling animosity.

 

trailing thoughts that scream each shorten breath

 

i fall in lies that were told so many times 

lies that made me relive what a fool i was 

 

my

curves.

waist. 

and

chest. 

 

are my burdens

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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