Death was a cold being
Emotions came
And Death saw Emotions and thought to himself and said
You are beautiful
And she no I am angry and depressed filled with all these wild feelings

People put me down
I begin to frown
Not knowing how to deal with the pain
But then I realize that what is to gain
But this is no longer my downfall
Motivation
I've been making it my succession
Instead of my depression
Not letting the oppression stop me
Cause that's not how it's suppose to be
Motivation
Moving on from my past
Not coming in last place
In the mind blowing race
called life
This is my motivation

non-authentic self*
~~~
you have
never seen me,
I have never touched you

so ask me
am I
authentic?

am I based on facts,
accurate, reliable,
purposive & emotionally
accurate?

drill a core sample
into my essence

test it for
contamination, nutrients,
purity,
values on a scale measuring
human essentials

then throw all the results
in the garbage

if you want to verify my
authenticity,
drill down deeper
into my
poetry

There's this evil cover
Whenever I am in public
I never get to glow
But instead hide it.
I know I have self worth
My natural beauty
Should have already made
This
Force field break apart