Should i compare me to another’s form Use their appearance as mine own blueprint Mold my body into one else’s norm. Could i oust myself to fit their imprint And force myself to become but a hint Of the man I once thought myself to be. If i were to lose my personal tint Would my life then lose authenticity?
Instead I compare my body to me. Forget old models, I am the new first. Born not of man but mine audacity, Forged in mine own mind I arose headfirst. The brightest rebirth to date I became Someone wholly new and not just in name.
a spenserian sonnet about myself because i will love this mess of a body one day