Artemis Girl
“There is something moon soaked
and dawn flavoured about her.
Something kissed by the wild
and loved by lightning.
She looks like Artemis
after a night of storm hunting.
She looks like the sun as it rises
after kissing the dawn.”
–Nikita Gill
The mirror always told the stories
That I kept hidden
Inside makeup and poses
My wrinkles
Ashamed of my age
Told me that the beauty lies
On the youths
My flaws and imperfections
Was a reflection of my weakness
I was told to hide
My curves
Spots
Marks
Myself
I was told to dislike all
That was not perfection
We all drown on such hate for ourselves
Chasing a perfection
An illusion to sabotage ourselves
An exhausting effort pretending to be someone else
Punishing our body to a fake happiness
While all we should do is love
Just because of how unique each of us are.
