It’s No Longer ‘”I Was,” It’s “I Am.”
one that is exceptional and luring
distinctive and sedating I am an art piece,
my curves and flaws talk for me expressing my authenticity
I am an art piece engraved on rocks,
of piled dust and put together piece by piece.
Have I gained my lustre to lose it?
Is my new normal to be all invisible,
covered in cobwebs with a dusty aura.
What if I wanna slay the immortal?
Outdated version of me that is alive and breathing,
I am an extravagant art piece he lost looking for cheap replicas
because he can't afford me at auctions.
I am a sensual, sought-after art piece he lost to porn sites
I am an art piece of a Viking,
maybe a gladiator,
or an honoured veteran
I am more than he and his entire family once thought I was.
It’s no longer 'I was',
it’s ' I am.'