Intelligence

Within me there is an unrelinquished and defiant need to be beautiful.

The beauty that isn’t portrayed through someone who must see.

Nor even by lights set most dim.

My beauty isn’t spun or turned, 

It’s breathless but it’s writhing.

This beauty is done injustice by its notice,

Yet nurtures by its practice,

But where?

It never says.

I have a need to find it, 

Define it,

Become it,

I have a need to speak it,

And read it,

And Live it,

And as long as I may learn,

And grow it,

And spread it,

I may never lose it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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idbailey23

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19 years old

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