Poems from atask
This is our body, our curves, our stomach, our hair, our face.
These are her curves, her hips, her chest, her regions.
This is her voice,...
Her birth name is only half of her form.
She has grown and blossomed since she was created.
She is the one most know by name; the once who...
Sit up straight.
Wear something pretty.
Don't be such a tomboy.
Act like a lady.
Act.
It has always been an act.
The dresses, the bows, the...
A ghost of a girl still remains,
in a family photo with a broken frame.
Tattered skin, fake smiles,
a bleeding soul that could run for...
I am an actor.
I become what you want to see.
I shed my skin and take on a new molding when needed.
At this point nobody knows my true...