Speak

My mother once said, everything you do will be laid out in front of you once you die.

Do good things and your whole being will only speak of the good.

Do you ever wonder what your body thinks of you?

My ears will speak of all the bullshit I allowed myself to listen to.

My mouth will voice all the white lies that tumbled out of my mouth.

My insides will speak of all that I filled it with, the good and the bad.

My skin will utter of the sharp edges that split it apart.

My body will shout about the hate I flooded it with.

My stomach will whisper of the days I neglected it.

My legs will declare that I only loved them when they behaved.

My mother, who taught me to how to hate myself while embracing myself…

…will speak of how I shamed her.

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