Diamond in the rough,
You’ll get cut up before they see the beauty you can be.
Diamond in the rough,
Prepare
to be broken,
to be made into a token of affection,
to be his hope when he’s on bended knee.
And soon you will see,
Only you’re powerful enough to break yourself.
The dust of identity becomes a tool of technology.
You’re clear cut and costly
Pave over the hostilities
Leaving casualties in your wake
For a love he can’t forsake.
And in the evening shade
Memories will fade
Rough edges
Worn down to the norm
Packaged and sold
Wrapped in gold
Another broken token of affection
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