The powerlessness of beauty
Unless observed and probed
The arch on my nose, the sole of my feet
Are mine to gauge, criticize or to appreciate
Unless it is touched or scarred
My cocoa skin is a 19.4 ft protective sheet
Unless gazed into and through
My hazel eyes are limited to my less than 20/20 vision
My beauty is just a reflection,
Wading in mirrors
Swallowed by lakes
Shrouded by shadows
Look at me DAMMIT!
Anyone ever feel like this???