I don’t want to look pretty

Pretty is too easygoing


I want to look otherworldly

Interestingly threatening

Sweats on the forehead


I don’t want to look

Like I’ve been beaten by love

This is too weak to be true


I want to look like any word

That unveils my cohesiveness

My history, the weight in my laughter

Highly spirited, hugging on my sunshine


Do not mistaken my intentions

You can call me beautiful, that’s to say

I am love, I am scarred, I am stronger

I am a candela, I am forever beguiling.