It’s really funny, I think.
How a random distress can be so brazen…
and look so beautiful
to the people around me
I can't count how many times
people have told me I'm pretty
I didn't count,
because I tuned them out
It’s difficult to listen to words
you don’t agree with…
Why can’t I see
what everyone else sees?
A distinguished, sturdy stone;
unique and beautiful
[A]ll I can see are some dark lines
and a stupid stained surface
Not to mention
the shape of the sculpture
This figurine is an eyesore
I’m dying to love what I see,
on this chiseled statue of mine
I’ll keep chipping away at it,
until I see something worth looking at
Allegedly, I Am Marble Reimagined
