I got the sparkle and shine
It sits on my finger like a gluttonous
Ornament meant to remind that
Property requires maintenance

Too tall and loud I
Shrink into the blatant monotony
The dollar, the expectation
The hustle to be something more than

Could've, should've

There are inks in my skin and
Too much history that
Flashes colors and says

Look at me
Glitter, depth
Too much work to
Peel and peel