Are we just displays,
faces painted on with shimmering gloss
and sparkles in our eyes?
Given tinted glasses so we can’t see the cracks
spreading across our bodies
so we never have the opportunity to repair?
Our personalities never expansive enough
to fill more than a sentence,
a breath between speech,
a second of a cursory glance?
Or are we intelligent minds
housed in bodies we can love,
strong, supple and up to any task we try?
Views and motivations
and goals we strive for and achieve every day.
Emotional, yes, but also logical, calculating,
creative and inventive,
deserving of respect not just from the masses,
but ourselves too?
Treeshallow Musings 