I don’t know how to feel
Juniper
us sitting around the table
the scent of bread and beef sifting up to me from
The plate of hate
Father watching me
his red face that of a bulldog,
A vile vicious cruel one
Telling me
But
Who
Am
I
(I am the diligent daughter)
(I am a hardworking student)
(I am the girl you see)
the snakes in my body grow
breaking
my veins,
my
bones
twisting
realigning
becoming my
hair
and
legs
and
arms
and
me.
for a gaze which is not mine
crows
to a body
picking
tearing
my soft tissues
like sinew stuck on bones
How I wish I could
shape my face
cut my body
rip my chest off
peel off my skin to flesh and bone
so I am a skeleton
snap my veins till they
b
l
e
e
d
out the filth of me
Reshape my body till it belongs back to me
and with my blood stained hands
I will mend my bones
Reattach my flesh with pins
Sew on my skin
Till I look less than your daughter
So I look the monster you think I am
I wrote this poem to express how I often feel about pressures by
I feel that writing is often a way for me to escape the pressures of society. This allows me to express myself and my interests.