I am trapped
Encased
In a crusty shell
Of grotesque awkwardness
And ugly flaws
That’s beginning to strangle me
-x-
You are hiding
Concealed
In a sleek covering
Of restrained beauty
And face value
That’s smaller than your worth
-x-
They cannot see
Lies
Assumptions they have made
As the total
Prisons they are
Fools; we ought escape
-x-
Peel away my
Putridity
And I will shatter
The suffocating shell
Of accepted beauty
So we can love
-x-
Burn these stereotyping
Masks
To smoke and ashes
See what space
And freedom creates
We’ll be new beauty
Sep 10, 2011
Sep 10, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
I am trapped
Encased
In a crusty shell
Of grotesque awkwardness
And ugly flaws
That’s beginning to strangle me
-x-
You are hiding
Concealed
In a sleek covering
Of restrained beauty
And face value
That’s smaller than your worth
-x-
They cannot see
Lies
Assumptions they have made
As the total
Prisons they are
Fools; we ought escape
-x-
Peel away my
Putridity
And I will shatter
The suffocating shell
Of accepted beauty
So we can love
-x-
Burn these stereotyping
Masks
To smoke and ashes
See what space
And freedom creates
We’ll be new beauty
Something new.
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