No photos of me,
For hungry eyes.
Old Troll I Am,
My beauty?
Long gone.
Ground out of me over time:
In scars & sufferings.
Obese:
Empty –
Of Visual Cues.
Beyond Allosexual Spectrums;
I exist apart.
Yet still must endure the commonalities,
Of the masses.
A World That Treats Beauty Kindly,
Ugly Worse.
A World That Treats Beauty Kindly, Ugly Worse.
