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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

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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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