Wait.
Before you begin, I need to inform you of a
slight technical difficulty.
It could just be a misunderstanding, but to avoid further blame,
it would be good for you to know
that
I am not beautiful.
In a society that praise the naturally gifted
and shuns the outcast
I am in the middle
arms outstretched
in a questionable gesture.
The potential leaks out of me
I can see you
with the hungry eyes
of what could have been.
(might still be).
I could’ve fallen in love with you.
But for now I am alone.
In the millions
on this reality
I used to
(and still may);
think that I was one among many.
Speciality;
Trademarked.
Borders uncrossed lined up before me:
my choosing.
For then,
though I did not know it,
I was (Beautiful)...
What happened to the fairy faces of childhood
and the potential I was promised and disillusioned of?
I wanted to know—
hazy future in hand.
(and still do).