Perception of beauty

I originally wrote this piece in an extended metaphor workshop and I was ask to write something on my perception of beauty. this gave me a chance to do some editing;here goes.

Part 1-Cracked Mirror

Split my tongue 4 ways

Like the other 4 halves of me

Crazy glue my tonsils backwards

I want to remember what it feels like to be whole again

Part 2-Coming to America

Comb the taste buds from my tongue

History holds no validation here

I’m fleshless

Meatless

Assimilation stripped

Part 3-Graduation

I’m a refugee

She’s a capitalist

I’m willing to turn her into a nationalist

Tame her like a scripture

Practice what she preach

Strip her jaw lines

Sew her smile tight

The burns aren’t too pretty

Beauty pains her

Part 4-I’m tired of struggle

She’s a black canvas in living color

Color me His-Story

She wants to be History

Roaring panther, Jazz like, Stagnant

Part 5-Heartbreak

He always told me that I had the bluest eyes

Loved the way I combed fur balls from my roots

He could tell I was a fighter

Spoke the language of pig skin with me as we watched the grass break at the edge of the 40 yard line

I was his swine

Prized the way I made love to mud like a premature hood rat craving Sephora before knowledge