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Untouched
I feel like an art exhibit
where the tourists say
“it’s so beautiful,
what’s the history behind it”
my body the art
and my mind the glass
I know of my beauty
but that too shall pass
I must protect this body
because eventually I’ll be unlovable
just like the art
I’m untouchable,
inresistable,
invulnerable
…I refuse to be seen
for what’s visible
forget the bright colors
what draws the eyes
the black lines
where my tears made watercolor
take a step back
and pay attention to what you see
maybe then you’ll actually see me
© Makaiylah Robinson
where the tourists say
“it’s so beautiful,
what’s the history behind it”
my body the art
and my mind the glass
I know of my beauty
but that too shall pass
I must protect this body
because eventually I’ll be unlovable
just like the art
I’m untouchable,
inresistable,
invulnerable
…I refuse to be seen
for what’s visible
forget the bright colors
what draws the eyes
the black lines
where my tears made watercolor
take a step back
and pay attention to what you see
maybe then you’ll actually see me
© Makaiylah Robinson
