Stillness...2

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There is a strange
turn 
when you have to
hide your blessings
lest they turn into
a curse.
You fear the world
in its jealousy
will turn against 
you
and so you withdraw
and withhold
your true self
and then there is 
a strange stillness
inside you and
outside
the usual rough-and-tumble.

They call me...

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They called me names
derided me
nothing stuck to me
Wasn't perturbed
but disturbed yes.
Time passed and
brought me
a realization.
Voluptuous I was
and that was a blessing
fires burned deep inside me
passions erupted high up
Every cell ached to express
to unite to consume and be 
consumed.
They call me still
by names all
and I smile
and I carry on regardless.

In Ample..

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I was blessed
in my ample proportions
Many are the ways
of beauty
but only one of bounty
and when it comes 
your way
you can only
count 
the blessings.