Music is on replay, you will never see me without earbuds,
my hair is extraordinary, purple and red, the polar opposites yet they are more alike than they seem,
my brown eyes arent just any brown eyes, they are mine,
and i am beautiful,
my laugh and my smile are like the sun in the sky and the stars in the galaxy,
people say that their favorite thing about me is my laugh,
and i love that,
i wear black, a smooth ebony that fits me like a glove,
and i am beautiful,
my legs are not my favorite,
the way they curve and sway i just hate,
but one day i will look at them and say "damn, i look good",
my acne hosts visions from the past of bullies laughs but i am beautiful,
my shoulders curl when the world lays their judging eyes on me and i hate the way they whisper as i walk on by their stares,
but i am beautiful,
their stares do not define my beauty,
their whispers do not define me as a person,
so i will draw my head up high and put my middle finger to the sky because i am beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
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)