Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: self-expression

  • poem: daggers – 25/02/22

    poem: daggers – 25/02/22

    daggers in her eyes
    she is potent with her stare
    take a needle and thread and prick that evil eye
    with precise care
    the deepest blue you did ever see
    boring into her into me
    flight takin now
    irreverently
    disrespectful they’ve brought her, me,
    down to our knees

    bruises form
    it’s a part of our love
    delicate delicate pink gangly bird
    won’t you realise
    they don’t want you to go
    because it’s better off remaining
    in the syncing of our clarified minds
    the twins the twins
    what’s left of them
    decimated before they were even alive

    but this is the way it should be
    this is the way the
    countering of my feels
    I don’t have the right to procreate
    said she
    I don’t have the right to bring another
    into the world
    not with our lingering malignancy
    mental health disease

    I live in this haze of what’s right and
    what is wrong
    loaded bullet, baby,
    do not ever face that gun
    neither shine it on a spotlight
    you are not a martyr from kingdom come
    stop crying, what’s in your mouth,
    disgusting,
    let us come undone.
    (25/02/22).
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  • Poem: Fashionable Undertakings – 06/09/21

    Poem: Fashionable Undertakings – 06/09/21

    My confidence in self-expression,
    I don’t care for looks of derision,
    curious undertakings,
    the strangers I sometimes catch glancing,
    I wear my big heavy boots with pride,
    wear dark makeup all I like,
    I dress how I want without hindrance,
    it may seem to others a small decision.

    But I am being bold, letting my choices
    break the mould,
    I don’t care for judgements or disapproval,
    my approval is the only type I need to view.
    Being confident in myself used to be much of
    a chore,
    for I dressed, presented in ways
    that called for attention, of other’s approval
    I did implore.

    Nowadays, I please myself, yearning I am not
    to be noticed and accepted for someone that I
    really was not,
    no longer clothed in garb that screamed for their eyes,
    bare naked skin,
    exposed legs, soft thighs.
    I walk the streets and shops in elaborate heavy boots,
    shiny accessories,
    caring not for looks of affection,
    I express in my own style,
    it may glean attention,
    but it’s not doing so
    for the most incorrect of reasons.

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