You are nothing more
Than what you are
And that is stone
Cold, hard
A vein running through you
Carrying ugliness
And at your core, you are solid
In that you know you break so easily
When cracked under pressure-
You are made of marble.
A block sitting out
On a hill, forgotten
Chipped and eroding but
You are here.
You are here.
And the best part about marble
Is that it can take a lot of weight.
You must know, then
That you are made of marble:
A statue
Arms raised up towards the heavens
Acid rain tracing ancient rivulets
Down your spotted body
Rock solid, boys built like tanks
Two feet on the ground
A statue of a nameless face
Made of marble
Still here,
It is still here,
So what does that tell you
About being
Made of marble?