This Face
Location
This Face
That Face
Your Face
My Face
They were so identical for so long and now they drift, epigenetics taking it's long course
Finally
How long have I had this face that we have shared and have lost my identity in
Lost? It was never found
I was an item, part of a thing. A unit. Condemed to a label that I was born into that gave me the gift of objectification in the eyes of all who came into contact with us
I pierced it
I dyed it
I painted it
All in the pursuit of trying to find myself.
Now, finally, I can start to see myself.
Not you not them, not the label.
Me.
And I am Glorious