Not here to be like or adored
If you don't like what I write
I don't mind being ignored
There's a reason I have a blank profile picture
In my words you will find me
All my ****** features
Between each line
Each string of my bushy hair is defined
The darkness of my eyes
While your reading
You meet my glare
My poems are a like portrait
And inside the painting is me
A depiction
An inscription
On the pages
And as you climb down the ladder of sentences you'll step on my nose
Only to reach the curve of my lips
While I recite out loud
Finally my chin
Where hair hangs like clothes
What I look like doesn't define me
If you trying to find me
You already have