Do you remember me?
Do you recall my body; these little details that unconsciously fill your mind?
You might say hello every once in a while,
Or simply come in without paying any attention.
What if I tell you that this space you’re walking in is actually my body?
Do you know how much it hurts to be ignored?
Those who created me however were very brilliant and imaginative.
They made me beautiful. I’m big. I’m tall. I’m shining.
At dawn, the sunrays bounce on my surfaces.
At dusk, lights emphasize my greatest assets.
How come you are not thankful for that?
Hopefully, with what follows, you’ll be.
By Joelle Cytrynbaum & Béatrice Viens Côté