raw soul (by amanda aman)

you crumple and fold your pages 
just enough 
to slip into societies envelope 
you swallow your authenticity 
like sour medicine 
you feel you must mold your skin
cache your true colors
for the sake of others, 
for the sake of conformity.
you relish this acceptance 
this brand of acceptance you bleed for 
runs nothing but deep
like the warmth of your veins
and the richness of truth 
it is bitter 
and runs dry 
like gypsum board,
cracks like weak tile.
the security you hunger for
lies hidden in your ability to embrace 
in your ability to love 
your truest form 
to accept 
and nourish 
the grooves and rawness 
of your soul