I want to be
someone’s muse
for someone to look
at me
and start breathing
poetry from their lips
convincing me
their admiration
is love
or draw my body
with the weight kept
in my thighs
and above my hips
even if it’s
crying
tired
dancing
scarred
as beautiful
because that’s what
art is
beautiful
I want to be
an artist myself
but
i am too afraid
of greatness
and not having it
to be liked but not
remembered
without power or influence
so i am contented
to be the art
i will never create
at least finally believing
when someone says
beautiful
Emma McNulty is a rising junior at Weston High School. She writes a combination of poetry and prose. In her free time she enjoys running and watching romantic comedies in addition to reading and writing. She owns way too many llama themed objects after two years of a joke with her sister going too far.