Still Exist
don’t smash me into your
picture perfect, modish suburban family of four
affirmed kodak frame staples
offset by social media acclaim
i learned long ago…
my lavish thighs were too wide for the lenses
they can’t be boxed into geometric spheres
they can’t be tamed, Lord knows I tried…
but they exist still…
the golden ratio fails to capture
the delicate swoops of my full lips
it is predicated against the vibrant flare of my nostrils
it cares nothing for the creases at the slant corner of my eyes
but they exist still…
whether by fate or my will
i will love this canvas of mine
cradled and protected by turned up lashes,
buried in the center of a black pupil is unrefined glory
waiting to be unsealed to a world full of fictitious stories
to prove they still exist…
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– Much love, Esha
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