Prompt: What Do You See?
My face doesn’t fit my head
my body is uneven and worn
nobody asks me what I think, what I have seen
instead they take my picture and tell me what I mean.
I was crafted, I was not born
Am I just an idea, a collection of words
carved and etched, painted and pressed
a collection of rocky bones with no real story of my own?
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