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Today’s prompt: Write a poem that uses the words “weary”, “nails”, and “mind control”
I weary.
Weary of the white noise
Spitting out layers
Striated stone
Of itching mind control,
Of mica and gypsum
Rough, itchy flakes
Others carved out for me
To keep me in what they
Saw as my place.
My nails worn down, bloody raw
To relieve the itch from time to time
The itch that speaks the words
I know are not true
But still have the power
Of stone to crush the ribs
Of my soul with the weight
Of their damnable tonnage
That I am not enough of anything
Not smart enough
Not pretty enough
Not thin enough
Not good enough
For anything or anyone
Yes, I know—
None of it is true—
The stone skin
I’ve worn down
Over all these years,
The itch rarely there.
But sometimes—
Sometimes—
The itch returns—
Vicious, relentless
Until my nails,
Bloody and raw,
Leave me weary.
Yet still,
Still, I now create
My own place.
Hearing The Mermaids Sing 
This is such a sad truth that so many women (if being completely honest) have experienced. How couldn’t we. If a man has winkles around his eyes or an interesting scar it is sexy, alluring even. However not the case with women. If a woman has a scar on her face, you may hear, “Poor thing.”
We are measured by our beauty by how society at any given time sees it. We must starve ourselves to be at the point where our hips don’t show in our tight blue jeans.
Thanks for writing the truth and I can relate. So wonderful to meet you on MasticadoresUSA.
Gorgeous piece you wrote.
Have a great long weekend.
🤗Joni
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Thank you. You have a wonderful weekend as well.
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You are so very welcomed. ❤️🤗
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Well done, Annette!
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Thank you
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You’re welcome!
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Just need to, tune all those noises outside of you, out, and, try to find that sense of peace, from within, and then, nothing from outside will, ever, get to you, again.
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thank you
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A fascinating use of the prompt words Annette, .. oh, I hope it’s not true … 🙂
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Thank you, Ivor
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