Beyond the Shell

We lay within a sand embrace hidden under those who walk upon us

Others insatiable with the cracks our shells may hold will pass us a surmising our value

Incompetent to accept anything that is not ostentation, only our skin is deliberated

The prejudice is omnipresent, impeding the slightest chance of effortless acquiescence


We do not ask for the cracks that shadow the trials that come before us

If anything we cower from them and the mark they leave on us is all that anyone sees
Upon the mark we are judged whether it affects our shell or outlook it does not matter

Beyond how we are presently no one cares, what we have endured does not matter to another


The beauty and aptness of our skin is what attracts others to take us upon them

It is what we have no control of, our fated appearance and antiquity that is sot after

Though it is what we’ve been given that makes us who we are, makes us all of connotation

Reflecting our person differently, not poorly but rather giving us all reasons to be chosen



For those who seek out the best in us all, we lay on top of the sand easily to be seen

They will perceive our cracks and ridges and know for themselves our significance

Our strength will be made known to them, and verbosely they’ll commend us with exuberance

And over another we were not chosen but chosen all together because one saw we were all of consequence