Me

By Lesbian Eggrolls. •
I am not my clothes.
I am not my weight.
I am not the peircings on my body.
I am not the makup on my face.
I am not what i eat.
I am not who you want me to be.
I am me.
I am my art.
My art is unique.
so many faces and only one voice.
My art will dig into your body,
wrap its fingers around your throat;
feed your soul and kiss your heart dry.
My soul and the soul of my art intersect.
Intertwined like baloon strings.
Forever.
Together.
I better get ahold of myself