QUESTIONS

When I sit in silence,
My thoughts scream aloud.

Questions,
demanding answers,
answers that can not be found.

If I am as beautiful as they say I am
and beauty is supposedly a good thing,
Then why do I feel so…

Disgusting.

If beauty means that I constantly feel insecure,
that one must touch me,
grab me,
lustily undress me with their eyes,
devour me in their thoughts,
if this is what beauty has got…

God,
I am not sure I want to be part of this lot.

Questions,
demanding explanations,
Explanations on things I can not expound.

Does this supposed beauty mean constantly living in uncertainty,
fear,
Even around those I hold so dear?

Questions,
seeking to understand.

Why my dear uncle likes to lay his hand on my breasts,
why he must embrace me in a hug
just so his hands can linger…
Our bodies crushed together,
his five seconds of satisfaction,
my eternal mortification.

When I sit in silence,
my thoughts scream aloud.

Questions,
demanding to be heard.
And the answers?

Well,
they are yet to be found.

Comments ( 4 )

  • Koko

    This is very well written, Paulyne. I love it. xx

    • @theartisticpsychologist

      Thank you Koko .

  • Diana

    Very beautiful article. Nobody should ever pay the price of looking the way they do. We were all wonderfully and fearfully created by God. He should be the only judge.

    • @theartisticpsychologist

      Thank you Diana and yes, nobody should.

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