Stripping

A spoken word poem about falling deeply in love with a stripper who became the most epic love of my life. This piece weaves together words associated with that profession as it mirrors the feeling of me stripping down, getting vulnerable and allowing someone to see me naked literally and metaphorically.

Transcript

Stripping.

Skin covered with familiar patterns and comfortable textures.

Wrapped in colorful fabrics,

Expressions of self.

Hiding behind silky soft illusions,

Distractions from realness,

Suffocating the truth.

Suppressing and depressing pleasure.

Desires popping at the seams,

Beckoning to be heard and seen.

Taking off layer by layer,

Revealing more of me to you,

For me and you.

Pulling at the drawstrings of the unknown,

Undoing the past,

Loosening the control.

Untying threads that have woven a web on top of me,

Captured inside a performance,

Forgetting why I'm even here.

Undressing love,

Teasing out the knots,

Adjusting to fit into and out of labels.

Dancing on the stage of life,

Yearning to reveal what's beneath.

Watched by many,

Seen by few.

Stripping down to my core essence.

I get naked with myself,

With you.

Together we tease out the authentic,

So you can see me,

All of me,

Naked,

Vulnerable.

Stripped down,

Ready to love and be loved.

Reviews

Bold, profound, vulnerable, out of the box. I can relate to being caught in a web of “fabric”, as I have been hiding behind it for so many years I’ve lost my way out. Keep pushing the boundaries. Thank you. 🙏🏾🙏🏾