Aesthetics
My aesthetic is my soul.
See how deep it’s shining light glows?
My aesthetic is my mind.
For its intellectual ability is truly divine.
My aesthetic is my voice.
From my pitch to my word choice.
My aesthetic is who I be, not what this world try to make me.
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