God-sent, I saw the gold in your skin before the moles plastered across your body
Like lingering kisses that hold the depth of intimacy, wings clipped from the slums that ran shoddy
With thick accents and tangled hair, the inferior envies until their resentment turns gory
A gift that keeps on giving, eternal fountain of youth that continues flowing
And flourishing like your touch is nourishing to fingers deprived of soft flesh
Heaven only knows where you’ve left behind your halo, hidden because it can’t mesh
With the rest of humanity, untouchable, but you stand out from the rest
Needed no saving from a white knight, you’re no damsel in distress
The human embodiment of sanctuary, a home for the living dead who’ve never been loved
The sun peeks out of its sleep to admire your presence, and the moon stays longer to peer at you from above
With a heart unchanging of its nature, knowing regardless of how you’re received, you’re good enough
Wearing your heart on your sleeve, open to your vulnerability, a diamond of the first water in the rough
Zen Hatlang