my curls tangled up on my head into a bun like my thoughts tangle in my head,
but i am beautiful,
my stature although small can move mountains like wind moves the trees in a summer breeze,
my skin is not perfect, i know this to be true,
but my blemishes do not make me as a human being because my smile lights up rooms,
my style, although it may be subtle, is uniquely me,
my legs are not model long but they get me to where i need to go,
and i am beautiful,
my body is the root and my personality grows from within my blooming soul and bursts out the seams,
i may be shy but that doesn't mean i am weak,
for i can move mountains with my voice if i please,
i am beautiful despite my insecurities,
my flaws are what make me...me,
my heart is as wild as my curls although i may not seem for it to be,
my passion is rooted deep within me, you cant contain it into something as simple as words,
i may be small and you may be tall but i can still reach you,
my voice can go for miles and miles and i dont have to say a single word,
i am beautiful.
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I Am Individual
PoesiaA short story written in the form of poetry on individuality (original poems by another user- @apple_jackk but he gave full rights to me)