#existentialcompostion

07/09/17

While writing these passages

I was approached thrice

In the park by strange men

Asking for my age, for just a few words.

One a seemingly obvious man of God,

the other two just looking for a willing female.

I wonder who was more deceitful?

A crime has already been committed

if your first words to me

are caused by how I appear externally.

I am like nature itself

once beautiful and untouched by man,

now burdened by other’s litter and

violated to another's end.

Beauty can be found if one is truly searching;

a cold, industrial wasteland if only glancing. 

I am not your object.

You can’t appreciate this polished architecture

altered to weather the tornadoes

and call it beautiful

if you haven’t seen the cracks

caused by previous storms

if you haven’t witnessed the repair

strengthening for future turmoil.

This is not your body

to objectify

. Desiring from afar 

Don’t approach me

for my outward appearances

if you haven’t seen 

. the inner turmoil

Don’t sit next to me

on this cold park bench

and enjoy the serenity,

if you haven’t joined me

. in enduring struggle

Don’t force me to suffer

your draining small-talk

and drive me away(literally)

and drive me more inward

if you haven’t first

. energized my revival

Don’t call me beautiful,

call me the wretched mess that I am.

Only then will I know

you are truly searching for beauty,

not just glancing at it