you think of me as
a statue in an art museum
sculpted, painted, glossed to perfection
and holding an attractive pose
i can’t live under that pressure
i’m alive and clumsy
i’m always moving and changing form
my beauty will never be frozen perfectly in place
and i can’t glaze over myself to become faultless
i’m asymmetrical, uneven, odd
but you deny me my humanity
you deny me life
you think i’m a statue meant to hold the form that you’ve shaped me into with your imagination
you see me as a clay sculpture molded into your fixations and fascinations
to be preserved, studied, and interpreted
but i’m complex, tangled, and twisted
i’m the product of continuous, evolving thought
i’m indefinite
to love me is to love the various, raw layers that i consist of
and to love what i might become
my beauty will never be frozen perfectly in place
- mizan


















