Sculptor, I'm not your sculpture

juwaireeyah

Sculptor, I'm not your sculpture

I'm not made of clay

You can't mold me, you can't control me

God made me this way

I am made of flesh and bone

and I move with love and laughter

I see I can't trust my heart in the hands of a  sculptor

You'll carve it out then put it back when you want to have your way

I'd rather have a boy to love me formless, love me shapeless, and take me as I am

Not only when I'm ready for display

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  • sorenbarrett

    A desire to be oneself and run one's own life. A realization that others shape you to meet their needs not yours. Nicely said.

  • Poetic Licence

    A positive message of strength not to be moulded and played with for someone else pleasure, be yourself, well expressed, enjoyed the read

  • asiabtheeedon

    Yesss ma’am 🙌🏾🔥



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