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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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It Was You
Cross that line.
I dare you.
One inch more and you're a part of me.
Do it.
I don't think you can handle it.
Okay, so much for my bold attempt-
At being not a part of you.
So here's my truth.
You are there.
Four years old.
'I am fat.'
I said it without ever knowing that....
It was you.
You were there.
A belt around my baby fat
Tighter, tighter, just like that.
A tear escaping from that pinch
That pinch, it came from you, my bitch.
Because all along, yeah it was you.
You were there.
My only truth.
A little older, summer sun
Became routine and then it'd come-
I'm fat, look at those thighs
Suddenly a spark lit up my eyes.
I won't eat! Oh, it was perfect..
And even though it didn't last
It was you who slipped that idea past.
Because....
It was you.
You were there.
All along.
It's always
been
y o u.
A new school.. Fresh faces.
But everyone's skinnier than me in all these places..
So then it came, oh, it was perfect.
Don't eat, I won't eat.. I'll be so fit.
Hips and thighs all slipped away
Yeah, it was you from the very first day.
It was you.
You were there.
Three years later, here I am:
A frightened skeleton among your damned.
Starving, purging, full of spite..
Because it was you from the very first night.
You were there.
But you're my queen, you know it's true.
There's not a thing I wouldn't do for you.
You've become an idol- false, but strong
Making these tears more fierce and prolonged
But all along, no doubt it's true..
It has always been you
You were there.
So, hail Ana, full of hate.
I am with thee.
Deceitful art thou among false deities
And deceitful is the fruit of thy power.
Sacred Ana, mother of sin,
Have faith in those who wander
Now, and in our hour of need.
Amen.
Jessy Liz
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It's Okay to Sanctify a Sinner- Let's Canonize the Killers!
Glorified murderers paint peace across a city in which they don't belong
While across the vast expanse lie the bodies of those who knew they were wrong.
Freedom of Speech has become a hapless joke.
A voice raised in opinion is bound to be choked.
Instead they've coined a new phrase to slowly outlaw speech.
But 'political correctness' is not for me.
And slowly it kills and slowly it corrupts us
Until we're reciting patriotism like bible verses.
This smoke from their peace-bearing bombs..
It creeps into the lungs of a forgotten cause..
So that maybe the generation after next when we all have inhaled their lies
The plea of the people will fade with the night sky.
And killers will be heroes and liars will be saints
All in the name of the tempting picture that they paint.
Then tomorrow on the T.V. you can see how our government saves..
While behind their stand-up background lies a good man's grave.
Jessy Liz
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Less Than Perfect
Leaning over this porcelain salvation
Screaming into its emptiness
While mascara is running down
A less than perfect face.
Spilling out mistakes again
That I wish could be undone
But thinning tears foreshadow
What is only yet to come.
So now comes the best part
That's been under lock and key-
The part where I tell everyone
That it's just make-believe.
But behind closed doors
Is my distant truth.
And these doors are like glass-
God, I hope they can't see through.
But I suppose you can't hide
What cannot be seen-
Like words beneath my pillow
We'll pretend it's just a dream
To ANA
Jessy Liz
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Lessons On Letting Go
You look at me,
I see through you.
Youre always planning your next move.
You seemed sincere
But I dont care.
This isnt going anywhere.
I should stop you,
But I dont want to.
So just use me anyway
.
Well I cant say it doesnt matter.
I know somehow I deserve better.
I should leave but I cant move
I cant walk away from you.
Its getting late and-
Im so frustrated.
Itll be another sleepless night.
Ive been burned,
And I have learned,
But it all stops right here, tonight
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Jessy Liz
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