chocolate confections

a normal bath room toilet, tub, sink.....

mirror, i see the distorted figure

i was avoiding that, memories of tears trailing down my toffy skin

hating every second cuz i know where this body has bean

a man taught me how to control these emotions

but i know all he taught me was how to put up flood gates and stop being open

lately i look in the mirror and don't see distortion anymore

maybe someday ill learn to look at my thighs and see thick chocolate cake

maybe ill look at my freckled legs and see spotted coco rain

maybe ill get to a point ware i look in the mirror and don't feel writhing pane

but see chocolate confections baked in my name