"Am I beautiful?"
I ask standing In front of a mirror
My body thin fragile covered in bruises and scrapes
I truly did not believe I was "beautiful"
"You are sooo beautiful."
I was told by my parents,
friends, teachers and distant relatives
"NO IM NOT"
I wanted to scream in there faces
What makes me beautiful?
I truly did wonder
Is it because of my long legs?
Because of my long brown hair
Or my hazel eyes?
So people without these traits are just simply ugly?
What describes beauty?
What are the characteristics of beauty?
What is being beautiful?
And who gave you the right to say I am beautiful?
Who gave you the right to say other people aren't?
Everybody is just who they are
They shouldn't be put into these groups categorized of what is beauty and what is not
We are not perfect people
Nor will we ever be
My definition of beauty is 'imperfection'
That's what truly makes a person beautiful
That's what makes a person perfect
A/n this is one of my favourite poem thingys that I have wrote.
what is your definition of beauty?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Bits 'n' pieces
PoesíaCompilation of poems, quotes and rants, some of which I have written and some of which I have not
