I met myself Today
This is the first time I have seen myself, Behind the blemishes and eyeshadow You See the confused person The flaws are in plain site The makeup is armor and the fears is your sword lay down one's weapon, what is left is something unknown I can see the kreeses in the eyes Each and every day without that armor, you are not valid for the person you imagined Everything is hyper, One is not validated until they look fabulous but, nothing more Exotic or rushing for a fraternity Wondering where is my validity When will the spirits of my QTPOC siblings reign and our colors will wash out this sphere That commodifies our facets, but not have a voice Damned If I do damn if I don't So I will present however I please A work in progress, I love the makeup, but much different Regardless I am Trans, Brown, Egyptian, and Queer Meet me here regardless of how I look