At first I paled orange, the pride of being worn.
Withhold me down,
strangle that crown.
Body dysmorphic, slightly ignore it.
Be cruel to me.
Be cruel to me.
I am on the dawn, but the flashbulb’s still on.
There’s too much light to be mine tonight.
Release me of the hunger pangs,
the desperate flaunt,
the nun insane.
Justice, how I crave the same, impunity,
I am beauty.
I am beauty.
Life in relief
as the photograph
becomes complete.
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