Here is an attempt at a poem. It is a look at a side of myself I do not share with people, but I have decided it is time to show more vulnerability in my writing. Hope you all enjoy.
Her thighs, like honey, thick and sweet
moved with the steady, pulsating beat.
I let my eyes speak, for I have nothing good to say
about the fluffy girl moving to the music, in that way.
I was taught to be nice, even when I want to be mean.
It took all of my strength not to say something obscene.
The movements made every inch of my skin crawl
and as the jiggling continued, I wanted away for it all.
But, the matter of the fact is a mirror doesn’t lie.
I had to watch my reflection and continue to try.
For my heart belongs to music, with the steady, pulsating beat.
And one day, I might believe my thighs are like honey, thick and sweet.