an open letter

I am tired of wishing that I am someone else. Someone beautiful and majestic in your eyes. I am beautiful and majestic in my eyes. If you cannot see that you are a blind fool. I am an angel; I am cool, tall, vunerable, and luscious. I am everything I've ever dreamed I could be. You're a fool in some dethroned king's court if you don't see the truth of my luster. the way i shine like gold in sunlight, like silver in the moon. I am no diamond in the rough. I am exquisitely cut. I am set in fourteen karat gold. If you cannot see the magic that spirals from me like glitter then you lack vision and are doomed to wander this world in search of the one who was there before you all those years. I am your truth, even if you don't want to speak it. And I am defined only in terms I comprehend and select. Your wishes and expectations are unimpressed against me.

an open letter copyright 2001 flowerboy productions

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