E.R. Smith, 2018
Ugly creature that I am; pain is everywhere.
Always, scrunched faces I meet, as first impressions.
Pushed, shoved, jostled, intently examined.
Found wanting, not camera ready.
Affliction overtakes, cellular, no cure.
Shapes shifting, I cry out to universe for justice.
Vindication comes with symmetrical wings.
Now lovely, I flit and flitter, loyal only to mine.