I wish I were naked
Head held high, a peaceful smile
I wish I were unafraid of shiny things
unafraid of attention, unafraid of decoration
I wish I were playful with colours
on my lips
on my body
without disgust, without feeling garish
I wish I could be seen without needing to be bland
without fear, without disgrace
I wish I were comfortable being seen.
Posted on November 27, 2012, in Creative Writing and tagged bland, poem, self confidence, shame, unafraid. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Do it! face your fears!! A great pair of jeans, some heels, and a pretty blouse- blow dried hair, and some big silver hoops, a touch of makeup, and BAM!! Stunning.
I’m ok with a ‘touch’ of makeup. One day – I don’t like my outsides leered at. It’s a state of mind. I like the outfit you picked out though. 🙂
Im picken up what you’re puttin down.
lol! You make me smile. x