Unpolished

Unpolished and living
in poverty
is
The epitome of me.
I feel rhythm and emotion
down to a Planck
length of my soul
any less would make
no sense... we know,
well, that's just how I roll.

I feel sad when I see
some
up and coming artist
go from anonymity
beautiful and raw
to so polished
I can't see a flaw
of real, or individuality
I feel

Changing and
becoming
one of them.
To me, that isn't
right.

You are interested once
in the gift they share,
after it's so polished
it just isn't there.
You can't see it
through the shine,
and surgery and
I know
I own it, its mine...

That's what I am afraid
will happen to me,
If I morph something
new gone is my
originality
and talent
and spontaneity
lovely me

It could be pretty
I can't do it,
It could get me
I can't take it
It won't let me
I won't make it...
I could lose it
I well know that ache
it
hurts,
every Planck length of my soul....
in a cage... no
like all the others..
no
smothered

*I remain
unpolished in speech
but not
in knowledge.

**Thanks LVI for the inspiration I needed
to tell why... I choose to remain undereducated.

*Apostle Paul
in the holy bible