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Poem: Contortionist

Cartwheels pirouettes
Into the box she goes
Contorting herself
With arms and legs
Bent in unnatural directions
Until she confirms
To all their expectations

Pain in shaking limbs
With a trembling smile
Holding back tears 
Wrapped up pretty
In a twisted package
That’s people pleasing 

Colorful ribbons of joy
Curly bows of mirth
All decorations of pretending
Giving them what they want
To get what she thinks she needs
Regardless of the cost
Continuing to contort
Chasing a sense of belonging
From people who’d never approve
Of her living her truth

Copyright © 2021 TJS Sherman All rights reserved.


8 thoughts on “Poem: Contortionist

      1. It’s okay. It’s easy to do. If it makes you feel any better, with my first (out of print) indie book, I misspelled my alma mater on the back cover. An extra letter slipped in there, and I never spotted it. 😛

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      2. I know at some point I’ll go back and pick and prune and then edit. This right now is really an exercise in doing and building an audience. Plus, it’s like those intentional errors they put on maps, it’ll help with any copyright issues 😉

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