I’m not the curviest and my skin isn’t exactly the best
I’m the furthest definition of runway material,
And there’s still miles of things I’m afraid to say.
But those are the last things on my mind, to be honest
My body is strong, lovely, beautiful;
My spirit is unbreakable;
My mind is bright and outspoken.
And despite being under constant scrutiny from myself and those around me, I remain standing as I am
See, you can try to break me down
You can try to make me learn that the colour of my skin matters,
To the person at the end of the isle that patiently waits for my hand and looks at me as though I’m the most precious, the most beautiful, the rarest gem they’ve come into;
You can try to make me unlearn the love I grew for myself, the one that grows stronger as we speak;
But to no avail.
You think your words mean everything, you think your words can dismantle my open heart or make me become apologetic about everything I’ve come to be and do and love and see and hear and breath
But in reality?
My constrictive walls are crumbling and your words have become nothing but sad truths about the person you’ve shrunk to be.
Your words and thoughts on me are nothing more than empty sayings
And there’s nothing you could possibly do
To make me see myself from your preconception of who I am
"You’re nothing to me," you say,
As I silently believe the same of your words as if they had never
Ever
Had an affect on the way I have seen myself until today
We could both say, that the other means nothing to either,
That the way we have existed up until now,
Has never inconvenienced each other,
But honestly,
Would we be as we are standing if it had been any different?
Me, in all my strength and growing love of who I am and who I will be,
And you, in your miserable, belittling ways that make you shrink to nothing but a spec of inconvenient dust?
