Think Not, poem by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris at
Anna Shvets

Think Not

Think Not

written by: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris


Think not that my skin is pocked
and mottled because I am unclean.
Believe if you will that it is my doing
to have a face riddled with red bumps,
wide open pores and scars.

Think not that I am gluttonous
and have no will to avoid foods
laced with fat and many calories.
Or that I eat to fill a void caused
by the thing I am trying to assuage.

Think not that I walk with a cane
and a limp to garner attention
otherwise never given to me.
The slight frown upon my face
denotes my physical pain, not disdain.

Think not that I notice your gaze
upon the bosom of other women,
while mine never came to be.
I am aware of this shortcoming,
no need to reiterate it with clichés.

Think not that I am not a woman
of intellect and hard won knowledge,
an interpreter of the Great Works.
Think not that I am weak due to these
gifts perceived as curses. I am strong.

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