Living Clay.

Made and baked

Heated in colors

Doll me up in lights and confetti

Treat me like a queen.

Wave and bow

Do my eyebrows now

Smoky and nude

Was  I rude?

Mere fools I’m too cool

Plastic is the new skin

Living is a soul

Deep within

Status quo, what’s that bro?

Here is me

Living and breathing,

Crayon loving, a painting.

Where is you?

Skin deep?

Are you kidding me?

I swim in shallow waters

I know not what is this freak.

Soft and smooth,

I want to be with the porcelain crowd

Make me soft

Make me wow

Who am I?

Can’t see her now.


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