I’m not the
end all be all
of face and body
nor do I want to be
that business is for young
playthings, Hollywood, and shallows
What I want to do is show
you my insides
the words in there
the stories the hope and fire
burning, begging truths and
pointing fingers at all the liars
I want to rise from my sweatbed
naked and then I want to take
that off too
remove my skin and bones
and bare the colors and vibrations
proving I am soul
I am spirit
not just shorts and
breasts
bones
and
lipstick