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I’m Not

I’m Not  I believe in pretending for the sake of functioning, the persona of silence— what people see when they look at me.  In the superficial light of artifice I believe in the beauty of my body, the posture of fitted sweaters and long necklaces draped across my collar bone in nonchalance, of tight pants and knee-high boots— the attitude of asking for jealousy.  I believe in daytime smokey eyes because it means I can’t let myself cry. There’s strength in my beliefs when make-believe becomes truth. But not today. Today I lied and they all believed me.

Another week has come and gone. Today is the only day that matters. What will you make of it?

Happy Saturday!

–Leanne Rebecca


Poetry and music.

8 thoughts on “I’m Not

  1. This word ‘belief’ has always held my interest. Its ancestral. The deep set of permutations that will inform a basis for an individual’s opinion, reflections, attitudes and response……a yearning to cling unto something as a window to ones reality…….

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