I've been broken beyond the opportunity to fix, not just because of traumatic experiences but also because of the environments I've been exposed to. I know that I'm not a model, but I'm not the average girl looking for a come up. I can acknowledge the fact that I'm not tall or slim, or I don't have wide hips to accommodate my non-existent ass - but I'm me.
I'm 5'4, built on attitude and depression, figure shaped from all of the cornbread consumed, melanin only half intense as desired, but I'm Heaven.
I don't wish to be slim thick, I have a natural type of beauty after all. Brown skin, upper lip barely there, glistening radiance only God could give me, and thighs thick enough to save lives. There is no desire to be a size three on this side of town, no thigh gaps in sight,
There are things I desire to work on, my priorities all out of whack, but I'm trying. I don't have no desire to be white, no desire to be a mere size small, but I desire to be the better version of myself, this is the journey of Heaven.
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Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
