I appear in my truest form.
Never tainted by the hands
of what others want to
craft me to be.
Never forged into a byproduct
from the assembly line of life.
I face this world head on
and straightforwardly.
Planting all of myself into
the foundation of the Earth
I stand upon.
And I never falter
with the cowering of
impressionable minds.
I hold steady.
I remain pure.
I appear in my truest form
for all those to see.
Refusing to repair parts
of myself
that are not damaged.
Allowing my soul to be
the graceful hands of an artist
who paints the canvas
of my world
through my eyes.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 8:25 PM UTC
I appear in my truest form.
Never tainted by the hands
of what others want to
craft me to be.
Never forged into a byproduct
from the assembly line of life.
I face this world head on
and straightforwardly.
Planting all of myself into
the foundation of the Earth
I stand upon.
And I never falter
with the cowering of
impressionable minds.
I hold steady.
I remain pure.
I appear in my truest form
for all those to see.
Refusing to repair parts
of myself
that are not damaged.
Allowing my soul to be
the graceful hands of an artist
who paints the canvas
of my world
through my eyes.
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