Newton's First Law

Outside forces create texture

I have texture, not because 

       I had a choice

It was forced into me

 

There was an aftermath

       How would I fix this?

I cannot, but I will 

 not be defined by outside forces

 

I have texture and mold

I shine and stand

       I am not the object

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