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Ripe

I silenced
my worth last week

Used to be
that venomous whisper
would escape my lips,
supple from fifty dollar stick.

Poisoned me more than them
as my thighs would tighten
and my back would arch -
ecstasy faked out of ignorance
and lust
and wonderment
at what
REAL women do.

Now that I know
where I am -
different from yesterday
those two-hour mornings
and perfect poses
of sucked in belly
and shoulders straight
hair sprayed
hips swayed
lies made
I was afraid
so my bones layed
dry...

A beautiful mess
of truth.

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