Take of my clothes-- Rip out my hair-- Peel off my skin-- Tear off my flesh-- Pop my bones right out of their sockets-- Let my organs fall to the ground--
and look at my
Essence.
Look at me, Hold me, Kiss me, Cherish me--
Look At Me .
See my potential--
My potential for good-- My potential for evil--
But tell me I'm Still beautiful--
That the good in me Makes up for the bad--
And then smile for me--
Because that's all I've ever wanted.
Emily Dickinson was my shoulder angel when I wrote this.