I may sound narcissistic
But ever since I was a child
People have made an effort to mention
my physical looks
or make a hint or concession
towards it,
even strangers
who I may never see again.
even when breaking down
and revealing my past
my pains and regrets
I've been told
''at least you look good.''
''Princess
Beautiful
Pretty
Gorgeous''
But what does this mean to me?
I am not my looks.
They are something
which have been given to me
the moment I came
crying and screaming
into this world.
I want to be seen
not for my superficial exterior.
I want someone to tear apart my skin
open up my heart
my brain
my soul
dissect it all.
To see
even the dark crevices of my heart
my pain
my sorrow
my anger
and to deem me beautiful then.
I want to be recognised
even if my physical exterior is morphed
into something unrecognisable.
For someone to see me
as something deeper
than my skin.
For what is external beauty?
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liberation
Poetrycollection of poems and thoughts my heart and brain cut open , fragments of my soul spooled onto digital pages. With every word typed , I experience a taste of liberation
