Jan 2021
God is now the artist
I surrenderd
my paint brush
to him.
I will
no longer
let society
the media
or even myself
paint an image
that is impossible
for me to be
I'm not my scars
I'm not my torso
I'm not my face
I'm not my thighs
I'm not even my race
For I am only his muse
and not ours.
I surrenderd
my paint brush
to him.
I will
no longer
let society
the media
or even myself
paint an image
that is impossible
for me to be
I'm not my scars
I'm not my torso
I'm not my face
I'm not my thighs
I'm not even my race
For I am only his muse
and not ours.
Go to the mirror and tell yourself you are wonderfully made.
