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You Are Brick and Not Everyone Is Going To Like That
Honey, guess what?
People are going to look at you,
eyes like worms wriggling through your pores,
and they'll turn and say amongst themselves
I don't like that shade of reddish-pink
can't they decide what color they are?
And honey, guess what?
Their minds will never mingle with the
tingling your fingers felt as you melted down
old parts of yourself to build something new
You were too busy laying the foundation
to worry about the hue of you, you were
building yourself up from the ground
shoulders of stone, arms chiseled because
while one brick may not be heavy,
carrying seventy will change you
Honey, do they even know how a brick is made?
The pressure needed to create a treasure
none of them will ever be able to appreciate?
Become enamored of your edges,
your boundaries, you don't have to say yes
Hold tight to your heavy, your readiness,
your radiance, your rosiness, your stone
backbone crafted by caring hands and if
someone does not understand
simply dust off your shoulders and point up
Feel no need to show them your construction site.
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This piece was inspired by a writing prompt some of my writing friends and I were writing to. The prompt was "brick", and I don't often write about non-human physical things, so I was a bit stumped on what to write. Finally, I thought about the whole "building oneself" metaphor and wondered how to put that together with the brick theme and my propensity for self-care and empowerment poetry. This piece is the result of all of that thinking, wondering, and frantic midnight typing!