Poetry of Stephanie Bennett Henry, Uncategorized

My Best

She said, “those clothes look like shit, falling off like they’re trying to run away faster than you are… and didn’t you just buy those two weeks ago? Can’t you see what you are doing to yourself? You are hurting everyone around you. You looked good two weeks ago.. but now, you look like a fucking sack of bones that fell out of the closet behind my closet.”

Well, I said.. it’s not really something I choose to do every day.. I don’t know.. it chooses me like it has a hold on me, a grip around my throat and I can’t scream anymore. It’s not about my size or your size or her size or anybody’s size. It’s bigger than that, just bigger… too much to explain.. too big for me to handle anymore. They are making me stay again.. I don’t care anymore.

“Well you need to care..” she said. “This is your life… you have people who care about you and you’re just throwing that away like you don’t give a shit..”

And I do… I do give a shit. I’m trying. That’s all I have.. I am trying. It’s the best I have right now. It’s the best I have.

-Stephanie Bennett-Henry


4 thoughts on “My Best”

  1. Hi Stephanie,

    I happened to stumble on some of your work on Instagram last night, though I had no luck finding your page. Your words really struck a chord with me. Your work is truly beautiful. I was drawn to finding more, and every piece I found just got better and better. I’m so glad I decided to check out your site. This particular post speaks of something I know so well. I just wanted to let you know that your words are very powerful, healing. Thank you for sharing your soul ❤

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