I don't blame her for the insecurities she has,
For she feels ugly, lost in a world so vast.
Her once vibrant confidence, now completely gone,
She asks, "3 things you like about yourself?" but can't respond.
Reassurance is what she craves, a gentle touch,
But it's hard to be received when they all deceive her much.
I don't blame her, for it's what society has shown,
A distorted reflection, a beauty not fully known.
But I see pure, a beauty so divine,
Her essence shines through, even in this trying time.
Her beauty is pure, a light so bright,
Yet others take advantage, causing her sight to blur in plight.
But one day, I believe she'll see what I see,
A reflection of strength, grace, and beauty set free.
No longer bound by society's cruel game,
She'll embrace her worth, and forever proclaim her name.
For her beauty runs deep, beyond what meets the eye,
A soul that's resilient, ready to soar high.
I'll stand by her side, reminding her each day,
That her true worth, in all its glory, will never fade away.
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talking to the Moon - that's Y I wrote iT.
PoetryI share the words that have flowed from my heart over the years since my last publication. Although it's been a while, my pen never rested; I continued to write, capturing the essence of my experiences in verses that resonate with the soul. This col...
