People talk about our resting bitch faces as if they are a bad thing,
As if not wanting to show our emotions on something read as easily as a magazine,
Is a bad thing,
As if wanting to hide the tsunami of thoughts and feelings and everything in between that barrage us every second every minute every damn day,
Is a bad thing,
People ask why don't we fix our face,
They ask what happens to the light in our eyes,
They ask why don't we smile,
They ask who hurt us,
People ask all this in a voice as sweet as honey,
As if making their voices sound like what liquid diabetes taste like,
Will lessen the blow of what their questions are insinuating,
People do all this,
Then still have the nerve to call us ice queen,
Bitch,
Cold,
Tease,
Fine bitch,
We will own their taunts,
Our flatlined lips will be our revolution,
All those smiling people,
Do not know the comfort our bitch faces give us
Do not know the safety we feel from the stony neutrality they mocked us for,
When they are snuggling with there warmed bodied husbands or wives,
We will smile on the inside,
The place they will never have the right to enjoy,
Because people are unreliable,
They leave,
They hurt,
And they destroy,
Our resting bitch faces will never leave us,
They will never lose the comfort they provide,
Our resting bitch faces are our home and safety and everything in between.
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I watched a video of a slam poetry session and got inspired. Hope you like it
Kisses <3
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