I poke hole after hole in myself
Not for pain,
Not for another space to be empty,
But to fill them with gems and metal and ink
And become my vision of beauty.

I want to be the pretty girl
That people scoff at on the street.
I want to be the beautiful girl
That is not-quite-naked between the sheets.

So give me a gun and a needle
And I will stick myself through and through
"Don't let words or thought define you,"
I won't.
Because I'm gonna be beautiful too.