My hair tends not to do what I want it to
My teeth aren't shiny and white
My skin isn't very soft and clear
That's not to say I don't love myself, I do
But I'm not what's generally considered beautiful
My passions
My assertive manner
Aren't things society values
But when you look at me the way you do, it takes on a different meaning
Because I am art—
You have to look at me over and over again
And interpret every scar, blotch, and nonsymmetrical feature to appreciate me
When you look at me the way you do
It's because of who I am, what I stand for and everything in between.