I know I was made
With the consult
Of the wisest Olympian,
The goddess of beauty
Hovering over her shoulder
As she sculpted my mind.
But though Aphrodite
Contributed a touch,
I am beautiful
Because my features
Carry that sharpness,
That sense
That knowledge is secure
With me in the room.
That fire in my eyes
And cheekbones
That tells you I am
Ready for war.
The point to the nose
Like a spear in your face.
I am beautiful
Because I challenge you.
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Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
