Your poetry is so bad, but you're pretty so at least you have that going for you.
I’m grinning! O, I lov my poetry., I think my work is so different n important, & my hart is safe inside it. I am beautiful n confident in my beauty, as a poet, as a woman, even as a prostitute, even as a junky. I hav what nobody can teach me, & I kno I will b crown’d again in my field of white roses, gold-coated n stood on god’s throat!