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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Beauty Prevails
Mothers, save your daughters.
My God their out to kill..
With their child prostitutes and lack of values
They'll do anything to sell.
They'll talk her down
Until she's two feet tall..
Three hundred pounds
And not what she thought at all.
So she'll look in the mirror
And tear herself apart.
She'll rip at her skin until
There's no new place to start.
She'll starve until her insides crawl,
Begging to be fed.
And she'll make herself insane over it
Until she just wishes she were dead.
So she'll go three days,
Run until she's numb..
Throw up until there's nothing left at all..
And then some.
She won't stop until her skin is pale
And her face is sunken in.
Even the hair on the bathroom floor
Won't stop her from doing it again.
So she'll drag on,
Putting her body through hell.
And regardless of the consequence..
Beauty will always prevail.
To ANA
Jessy Liz
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Because of Me
Shes beautiful, but that wont do-
Nothing is good enough for you.
Shes sung aloud- her voice unheard
Her vision blurred- her views obscured.
She screams into a sea of doubt
But every breath is buried now.
Smothered in what shell never be,
She gives up hope
. Because of me.
To ANA
Jessy Liz
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Becoming Us
Fine hairs stray and lay themselves upon the blushing flesh of my cheek.. Part of the heat.. Becoming me
Beads like pearls dance across my skin.. Skimming your dreams.. Becoming you
A perfect line traced down your tempting spinal cord.. Sticking to the heat escaping you.. Becoming me
Lips part as if to scream, repressed by sighs of passion.. Sing unto the night.. Becoming you
Hands slip stealthily below the equator.. Exploring boundaries.. Becoming me
Movement like dancing, but the volume turned up.. Friction.. Becoming us
Jessy Liz
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Bedeviled
Let's make this living room a vaudeville;
Host a ball for all the peasants..
Who'll waltz in peaceful agony-
Decrypted in your presence.
You'll own them from your royal chair;
Judging who will be damned and why..
And as they're taken from your occupancy,
They'll retort with honest eyes.
Some may plead for mercy,
Some may simply bow their heads..
Each wondering why they came at all
When they could be safely in their beds.
And to their backs you'll concede a laugh-
A sound of critical ignorance.
It's not their fault, they'd never a chance;
Bedeviled because they're different.
Jessy Liz
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