If anything could be defined beautiful, then no one would be flawed.

No glance would be a second, and no form could be of awe.

If they took away the weaknesses, no strength could be as strong.

No one and nothing would be beautiful. Nothing and no one would be as raw.

Take away everything that makes me special?

Take away the color and paint me black and white?

Tell me I am unworthy of what my life has ordained?  

No, I will not surrender my name.

For I am the spirit that befriends the sky, the roots that strengthen the ground.

Hands stretching out into linear ties, the chariot that uncovers the moon and blinds the sun .

I am spirit, time, an intangible affinity.

As the flickering flames, my witnesses under this cold and unblessed night,

I will not be stripped of my identity.