creation.

How to we create ourselves?

We adorn ourselves in outlandish ensembles.

Finding the perfect symbol of our status

We learn the right things to like,

And nonchalantly act as if it's

Natural to be disguised

As the socially correct version of ourselves.

We can not show weakness

For fear our tears will become

Rain for our roots to deepen

And God forbid the unique knots that

grow give you true originality.

No no, we are taught to be tough

We are taught to be a certain kind of beautiful.

To put on a photogenic smile.

And keep your genuine one

Kept safely in your pocket

To be taken out only in times of

solitude for fear that it's

Crookedness might embarrass you

How do I create myself?

I smile, quite largely, as if no one is watching

I live to leave beauty behind

Where ever I go. A kind

Of a beauty that doesn't

Come from a painted face

But reflecting the beautiful

in you.

I live knowing that happiness

Is not a destination that we dream of going

some day as we point it out on a map.

I live knowing that happiness is a mood that

I create.

Yes this is how i create myself.

I live to find this state of being

In the most bizarre moments

I live to be exactly who I am

and love it.