TRAGIC Poem: Written in Stone., by Kailey Cruz

The marks on my body will tell you all about me,
All you need to know anyway.

For, even if you hear my story, you won’t listen.
Those nights I spent on white linens,
They mean nothing to you.

I am but a box.
Nothing to think outside of.

Only the stains, and taints, are of importance.
I yell but no one hears,
I’m consumed by tears with a side of fear.
Anything but my living truth is what others want.

What’s of importance, is a pretty face,
One that others love to disgrace.
For the second time, I find myself without an escape,
My figure has spoken for me.

I am determined by what the human eye can see.