Lost Ones
She turns from side to side in the mirror
As she critiques her body
Comparing it to the fashionista standard size 2
So far she’s found at least 6 imperfections
Blaming it on the food that she ate
She knows somehow this doesn’t add up
Because her body needs nourishment, but she needs compliments and encouragements
So she stares
Into the mirror fixated on her outer appearance but her confidence is stuck
People see her as a Mercedes but somehow she sees a diesel truck
Unable to digest the preeminent issue that she is dangerously gaining all of her self-confidence
From women who look as if every day in their life they have observed lent
So she stares
At times she tries to come to grips with the reality of who she is saying “I’ll change my thinking completely, but first let me take this selfie”
Self-medicating that emptiness with images of a counterfeit being
Erroneously perpetuating feeble attempts to win the game called opinion
Disregarding the good thoughts of the one who created her and has total dominion
Knocking over the first domino of time eons ago
The one who saw and created her in the spirit when she was a physical no-show
She shows no regard for the truth because her real self is hidden deep like golden Easter eggs
As she continues these same futile attempts of finding herself using PNG and JPEGS.
Then she met he
He, just as lost as she
Would be the lucky one to dish those affirmations
Which graciously slide through her mind like a perfectly thrown frisbee
He knew what to say, how and when to say it
Complimenting her, but
He had other intentions
She, oblivious to the sexual agenda of this wannabe man
Had succumbed to his poison spewing from the saliva in his glands
He used to spit his game
Game she received like dry grass receives the summer rain
He knew all along it was lame, but it worked
Because he grew up with this saying that if you don’t stand for something you’ll fall for anything
And she unable to stand up against the fallacious expectations of the world
Fell into being his girl. Friend. Lover. Side-chick. Baby momma. Fiancé. Ex. Sidepiece. One night stand
This was not God’s plan
Yet neither one will understand
Until their eyes are opened not by man, but by the truth
they will continue to accept the world’s reproof
Sitting in life’s dunking booth
Until the target is struck by a different ball of trends
They are submerged into the water only to arise aloof
baptized in their folly and lost.
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