Blank, yet so much potential
Depending on who wields you will determine your beauty
Possibly
Every fold
every edge
clean and sharp
Can I be like you?
Can someones mastered touch alter my beauty
Some believe so
Are you pure?
Or shall you receive the shame that self loathers do?
We all hold potential
Some can't see it
In themselves
and in you
Or others
You are delicate
yet some hate your example
For others feel inferior to your beautiful folds
Or the mastery of the hands who created you
The hands that made us hate ourselves
to want your folds
