where did that brick come from

Rubbed myself with coconut oil,
admired the curves,the dents,
too much self love, or
maybe not the right kind ,,,
turned into self objectification
boobs and an ass
I will not simplify myself

putting things in black and white

a lot is gray,
different shades of teal
specks of red
and the smell of perfumed plastic flowers
half eaten apple
it tasted like soap
lacked luster
not a doll, but with doll like features
face in categories
boxes, squares, circles,
letters

A walking poem

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