Topic: Words
It’s the small things they say
Ugly
Their eyes are cruel, their mouths are foul
And the word, however small
A second skin it becomes
It’s the small things they say
Useless
Your best is not enough, the work takes your soul
And the word, however small
A shadow it becomes
It’s the small things they say
Unwanted
Estranged from family, thrown out in the cold
And the word, however small
A prison it becomes
It’s the small things he says
Beautiful
His eyes sparkle, his smile sincere
And the word, however small
Peels the insecurities away
It’s the small things he says
Capable
He enourages the bold steps, he assures
And the word, however small
Cast the doubts away
It’s the small things he says
Together
Your hands are held, there is no fear
And the word, however small
Gives you a home, to the end of days.
Attempted to write something for the Malaysian Poetry Writing Month. I took a look at the prompt and was quite keen to pen something down. It isn’t really anything good but it’s something. Please give some advice or guidance on how to do better!
Thank you for reading.
Love, Nicole.