That's how many points my self-worth has decreased by. That's how many millions of times
I've thought about shedding my skin, ripping myself apart and vanishing
Into the wasteland of sky, the blue and white desert that promises oblivion.
is how many times a day I look in the mirror
a fat, pouty black girl
putting on a front
a fluffy pastel baby in steel armour
trying to stave off the world and her fear of it.
Society breeds it into you, if you're not
careful. Deconstructs every part
of your identity, and makes you loathe each one
for reasons you don't even understand.