It’s not me, its you

I kept devaluing myself

every time you left me on read

until I realised

I cannot make you see

that the sun pours out of my eyes

           and the stars shoot out of my fingertips

                 that my skin tastes like honey

                           and my hair holds fragments of gold

you devalued my body, my soul, my hue – not knowing I was art

whether you wanted me to be

(or not)

Image credits: Eric Nopanen – https://unsplash.com/photos/A2fOLXgIe6k