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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
She’s beautiful, but that won’t do-
Nothing is good enough for you.
She’s 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 she’ll never be,
She gives up hope…. Because of me.
To ANA
Jessy Liz
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Black Ink
Light is shining through.
Shedding truth on the depths of you.
A picture is taken. A memory saved.
The black ink in an angel’s name.
Dark liquid is making stains
A letter redirected from Heaven’s aim.
There’s a birthmark imbedded on your soul.
Only a hint of secrets they don’t know.
You’ve signed along the dotted line
The black ink in an angel’s mind.
Jessy Liz
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Blindfolded
This mess is getting out of hand.
Or is it just falling into place?
Losing sense of what’s only pretend
I’m falling fast from grace.
My mind is racing madly
Between this constant binge and purge
Thinking maybe it’d make it possible
For my true self to emerge.
But to be quite honest I must say
I’m really tiring quickly.
And what I’m losing pound by pound
Feels more like my virginity.
Not quite lost to total consent,
More like a one-way trip.
Trapped beneath a pulsating lie
It feels a lot like rape.
My body’s being shaken
While someone screams to make it right.
But I can’t hear or see a thing-
Guess this blindfold’s on too tight.
So as I walk this tightrope
Stretching through this tangled web,
I will find my wings and fly
In spite of what’d ahead.
To ANA
Jessy Liz
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