I am just an Untitled masterpiece, 

With the flaws of Judgement, 

Others throwing colors at me, 

I just want to sing in harmony, 

and let others hear the tune of my melody, 

But when I am alone, 

I am just simply, still, an untitled masterpiece, 

My skin, sweet as caramel, with tiny scars of shame on my face, 

Formed from those that have tortured my self esteem, oh what a disgrace,

My hair, soft as the flaws on my face I tried to cover up, 

but sadly, those "cover ups" are just called "makeup",

My eyes, a beautiful shade of hazel, that lighten up and tone my song, 

are never covered by societies ideal of beauty of "what is right, and what is wrong".

The beautiful occurance of natural beauty is within me, 

and my song is always singing oh so loudly, 

and with that being said,

My photos are still that beautiful melody, will you still be willing to sing along with me?