"islands"

I have islands on my skin

and volcanoes that rest on my face;

I am a world

with continental plates

and sea ridges

and the world is beautiful

so why can I not be?

I light candles to honor

the vessel that carries me

but still they believe

that I cannot

one of them;

a goddess yet a monster,

intelligence hidden within a skull that is not ideal.

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