let me be the beauty and not the beast,
not the under,
but the High Priest,
worthy of your attention at the very least.
let me hear gasps of amazement when I walk by,
let me be visible to the eye,
and not bantam like a fruit fly.
Let me be loud enough for you to hear my
want to leave speck of a spark
before we all die.
I want to mean something,
I want to be more,
worth more than a penny and a louis d’or,
shining so bright,
no one can ignore.
I want you to see me,
and be shook to your core.