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.
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