she despairingly hides the parts of herself
that fade your smile into a line of repulsion,
as if you don’t have the degree of her imperfection
upon which you harshly cast judgment,
all too quick to discount the err
of your own filthy tendencies
she despairingly hides the parts of herself
that fade your smile into a line of repulsion,
as if you don’t have the degree of her imperfection
upon which you harshly cast judgment,
all too quick to discount the err
of your own filthy tendencies
I try to rouse others to find their truths by writing about my own!💋Yoga, meditation, and aromatherapy teacher. Author of 5 books — thriller, healing, poetry.