As you thinketh so are you

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 If words are weapons and should be handled carefully, why did you dig that dagger into my heart?

Don't you know how to handle danger carefully?

You chose to thrust it in, deeper and deeper until it showed on my back.

I'm in pain and it demands to be felt every day.

I've tried to shoo it off but it keeps on lingering and so I have owned it.

I own it because maybe it would hurt a little less because I am hosting it for free. 

I've become a patchwork of every utterance you've made over the years, it's a collage of all the bad, good and ugly.

That day you complimented me for having long hair though to me it was not long enough, I sew that patch on me.

When you said, I was skinny and I needed to gain a little more kgs, I'm sorry but I devoted my time to pondering about this self image of mine.

Or when you said my height was just perfect or called me that too I ruminate on.

I've become aware of these insufficiencies because of you, a side effect of holdin' high regard for you.

Every thing you speak, I held as the truth. 

Your words have had monopoly over my thoughts. But why do I allow them to take dictatorship over my being? Don't I have reason of my own? Don't you too?

And when your hurtful words bring battles to me, tell them I already won the war

I am not that incapacitated not to think on my own, why do I allow your compound of vowels and syllables to bring my life to a standstill?

As I thinketh, so am I.

So I think over this masterpiece, God took His time on and not the acne on my screaming forehead or my backside that you think is vestigial!

  

P.S : Not here to motivate you to love yourself, but to remind you why are you not doing so? Will you recreate a better physical version of you apple of God's eye?


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