Does my flesh dictate my importance?
Do my looks dictate my stature?
Am I not more than the standards that urban media display as beauty?
Does my intellectual capability NOT rain over my looks?
The unseen beauty of my soul is what makes me.
Can you not see me past the tangible assets of this world?
I AM a man of prestige!
My inner being is the beauty that I possess.
I AM a man of struggle.
My struggle gave me progress.
I built my inner beauty in spite of the oppressive fashions based off the judgmental factors of a man
I am a man built from the raw materials of my GOD'S hands.
Built from the scraps of my own originality.
This is WHO I AM!