Muse

I realized a long time ago that

I truly adore myself—i know that

But i still wonder if there will 

Ever be someone on the other side

Of the mirror

Staring back at me

Begging to step through and love me

I wonder if they will see me as my

Ancestors—the same women 

That stood and modeled for the

Artists

To be forever remembered and

Chiseled in stone

Will I, can I, please may I,

Be worshiped

Like those immortal goddesses

Of stone