for 22 years, I waited for the words
either from my most beloved
or from a single stranger.
I stared and stared at my image
never allowing it to be captured
refusing to have it frozen,
to me, I was still a damp piece of clay
yet to be molded into an image of beauty
if I tried hard enough, ate less than enough
after these last 22 years of waiting
the words from a beloved or a stranger
would finally be spoken
and I would finally be beautiful.