We all say that we are cut differently, but we never acknowledge our smoothen areas; our places where we’ve been humbled and those that actually groomed us in our quiet time. What you should see, is beauty. What you should see, in me, is beauty. You and I are a treasure but it takes one who’s once been crushed before, to acknowledge so. You may have been cut differently, but I was crafted; what you see, can’t be duplicated or imitated. I am a 1:1, so see me that way. Respect was a name given by my ancestors, because they were broken into pieces, for my wholeness. They had to deal with the “pressures” that made me a Fine individual. Oh yeah, you can’t help but notice me. I may be made up in a mortal body, but who I am can’t be touched.. I’m a piece, only a master could make...
..Remember that.
