I hope that one day my eyes will become windows

and then people will look into them and see more than blue.

My skin will be translucent

quickly revealing my vulnerabilities, my insecurities

my lack of foundation beneath each foot

wherever I walk

one day,

While people feast on the beauty and shame that swallows me whole,

the bare of my calloused heals will blanket the holes of the earth.

the true and worn wrinkles of my palms

will seek out the very beginnings and ends where they belong.

the burnt edges of my heart will reconstruct themselves

like the folding of origami

creating something where there was once nothing but scarring,

a heart

who’s greatness came from change.


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