If you find beauty in my face,
keep it to yourself.
I've heard enough compliments
to last me a lifetime,
and they have taken me nowhere.
I have no patience for appearance any more.
I do not care whether
you think I'm beautiful or not,
stop telling my father to be ready to fire shots at all the boys who come knocking.
No one has knocked,
so maybe you don't know what your talking about in the first place.
I'm not bitter, I'm not angry,
I'm disgusted to find that
that is all you care about.
So if you find beauty in my face,
keep your mouth shut.
But,
If you find beauty in my words
tell me.
Tell me that they changed you
or if you hate them,
let me know that I made you feel something. That is more valuable to me than
your sugar-coated attention to my eyeliner
or the lipstick I used.
My words are fused with the pain of the ages, the flow from the graves of my ancestors
and they will live to see my children's children, they take place in history and they make it to.
My poems are dripping in my blood and they tell all that I've been through.
I want you to see my soul if I choose you,
so pay attention and know that I am broken and these words are my pieces,
The ones I keep finding and collecting.
Know that this face that you think is beautiful is being put back together
by words that cannot be fettered,
they are tethered to my heart and I will not let you ignore them.
My face will not always be beautiful,
but my words,
my words make up for all of that.
SK
