I can count on one hand the number of times I've thought I was beautiful.
Most little girls are told how beautiful they are, from day one.
I was shown how worthless I was,
and I so believed it.
It didn't matter how many times anyone told me otherwise.
When you're first recalled thought is "worthless",
that's what you know.
That's what you are.
They say from the ashes, something rises and is reborn.
What about a wildfire?
What comes from a fire that keeps burning?
A fire that burns down everything I try to build?
26 years later,
and I finally said fuck it,
I'll build this woman a home in her body,
flames and all.
I don't have time to wait for the ashes,
I'll rise from fire.