unappealingcarved into my brain
enduring the painetched into my heart
don't know where to startthoughts forming in the dark
each trail leaving a markit influences every step
so many of which I regretwhy was I never taught
that I too was someone to be loved?my body worthy
even with skin so earthythe bronze hue, inviting
the golden shine, excitingwe do not realise what is instilled in us
something long needed to discussall we do is accept it as truth
never once questioned in our youthnow we blindly follow these falsehoods
but it takes a while to be fully understoodthat those images burned in my mind
were from the beginning never kindfor I have been othered, fed a lie
nothing but fodder, it made me cryand now I simply fail to see
any beauty left inside of me- j.k