Whole

Mon, 02/29/2016 - 15:16 -- bneary

I'm whole. 

Holy,

Wholly, 

Pure. 

Fresh driven snow,

Or freshly cut coke.

Blessed and untouched 

Or lonely,

Unloved

Is my flower, 

Truly power? 

This is me

The white dress, 

And the blue eyes

Does my worth

Really sit between my thighs? 

Just a hole

I won't be whole. 

There goes my soul? 

No. 

Prude or priss 

Slut or Hoe

These Words don't stick

Won't fill me.

They don't define

The thoughts in my brain

Or

The love in my heart 

That keep me from running on empty.

I am full.

I am whole.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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