a verse i wrote in february...
glossy photos show me how
i can be happy and well-liked by peers
i’m pre-determined, packaged in full
fuck beauty, you won’t hear me say
“i can’t take my eyes off of you”
you can’t tell me how i stand next to someone else
did you scratch in my growing-up wall?
don’t try to look past this body
let’s be clear that i am here
swallow this sight, i’m not going anywhere
it may not mean anything to anyone but it's been on my mind.