Don't tell me I'm beautiful,
It's not just my face that is me,
Don't call me a pretty girl,
No matter how glamorous I be.
Though my feminity lies in these words,
It's not all I hold inside,
There's a better version of me you see,
Which I don't even want to hide.
If you really wanna compliment me,
Maybe use the words I am inside,
Beautiful feels rough nowadays,
Being judged way before I might.
Is it just me or even you feel ??
We girls become limited to how we look,
Walk straight, wear makeup, don't go out in sun,
Just having dreams of how we want to be took.
I'd rather be called fierce like my heart,
Or astute like my mighty mind,
But being called pretty or beautiful,
Is something usual and boring I find.
~ Esha
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