Hey beautiful!
Who me ?
I'm sorry ,I don't know how to be beautiful.
I can only be me . Kinky hair , wrinkled jeans lip gloss and a white tee and if I go by societal standard of half naked clothing and remove a couple of ribs maybe I could be?
I mean I would be if I can lay off the gluten to produce a new me
See beauty and love coexist and you always see it on tv or on the magazine but you never can recognize it
You can never point it out without an image or a perfume ad . Maybe that's why I stand in the mirror and have a hard time identifying it . Maybe that's why I desperately seek likes on social media trying to affirm it . Maybe I'm so blind by the false definition of beauty I can't see my fathers face in it so I turn from it . The real it . The monster of it all . Consumes us in the sewers of our deepest fears that our fleshly make up is not the answer to it all . Painting ourselves to look like clowns to perform for other clowns . That's called A circus . Being controlled by media induced beauty standards . That's called worthless. That causes less words used and more provocative pictures surfaced. And if I'm made from where the earth is . I am dirt that was made perfect . I am a molded clay by my Fathers verses . Beautiful ballads individually written for his beautiful daughters . I acknowledge that I am beautiful but it will never be the way the world taught us .

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13 REASONS OF HEARTBREAK
PuisiCompilation love and heartbreak poems in a black woman's voice