First to be born
First to be told
“Be yourself, baby. Let people see who you really are!”
“They’re going to fall in love with you, princess.”
They didn't see who I really was
They didn't fall in love with me.
They chewed up my feelings and spit up a lump of

Grey


Gooey



Mess
Balled up and heaved onto the muddy green grass
Muddy green had never looked so precious to me
Thoreau gazed at nature time and time again never getting exhausted.
So I began crafting the same way he did.
I paid attention to the small things
I started listening to the only One who really matters
Closer and closer I got to the core of
Beauty
Nature
God
Love
He loved me
I love me.