The pic attached to this post was taken last October (Breast Cancer Awareness month) in response to a friend’s “Go Braless Day” photo challenge. I’m also getting kicked around by rejection after rejection, which is the topic of the poem. Those things considered, I couldn’t find a more perfect Throwback Thursday reblog.
My soul is on display
All the world’s a critic,
Subject to their judgment
Vicious and sadistic.
Navigating within this dream
Vulnerable and naked,
Put before prying eyes
Only to be degraded.
Shackled by the fully veiled
The ridicule they impose,
If I could, I’d run away
And put back on my clothes.
Carrie Mayhem 