burned out flame
Dear me,
You light your own fires
You bring your own gasoline
You don't try to look
Like those girls on the TV screen
You stopped fearing the fire
And simple became it
Why would you ignore who I am
In fear of being a misfit?
You were ripped at every edge
and would love yourself the least
Then you became the Mona Lisa
and called yourself a masterpiece
You thought self-hate was your home
But it was just your vacation
The hate was deported
Like it was found by immigration
You were looking for the validation
In people who would lie
But you were a dragon
Long before they said you could fly
All the best,
Isabel Quintero