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
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,
who’s greatness came from change.