Stretched marks

 


I see disgust

your facial expressions when you see them

they are a part of me

yet you claim to love all of me

Why do you look at them as though unpleasant

Why do you suggest I keep them covered so no one stares

why are you ashamed of my body  

when I am not ashamed of me

I do not have a skin condition  

nor are they contagious  

this beautiful pattern that runs along my skin  

pleases me every time I look at them  

I am woman

I am human  

born this way  

these light root like abstract  

threads along the pigment of my skin

I wear them proudly  

and even though you cannot stand them  

there is a real man out there  

just waiting to adore them.  

Evidence that my body is blooming  

my voluptuous bounces

buttocks carved like firm pillows where you once laid your head

how dare you  

not see the beauty in front of you,  

I pity you  

insecurity runs through your veins

I don't even blame you