Our confinements, our limitations, are set within “character!”
I sway, I bend, I move with the breeze.
“Character!” cannot define me.
Everything I am can vanish-
Everything I am can change.
But what am I always?
I am beautiful.
That is what defines me-
the sheer beauty of whoever I decide to be-
no matter who is looking.
I have no character;
but that is how to characterize me.
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 6:21 PM UTC
Our confinements, our limitations, are set within “character!”
I sway, I bend, I move with the breeze.
“Character!” cannot define me.
Everything I am can vanish-
Everything I am can change.
But what am I always?
I am beautiful.
That is what defines me-
the sheer beauty of whoever I decide to be-
no matter who is looking.
I have no character;
but that is how to characterize me.
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