I look at my reflection longing for a change but all i see is black upon my gaze. I cant help but wonder where did God go wrong..or is this my fault? Did i eat too much,did i laugh to much to get these hideous lines on my face? Why cant good things happen to me.
I wish i was pretty.
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The skin i didnt choose.
PoetryWhen you look into a mirror, do you feel confident? or are you ashamed of yourself.These are some poems i wrote . As a 13 year old girl i can never look at myself in the mirror and see the words black is beautiful or your perfect. When i look in the...
