At the end of the day,
I wipe off your definition of beauty.
I've erased perfection away.
I've become only who I am.
How I view myself
and how others view me will always be
different.
I don't wake up to please anyone
but myself
because I've been the one
hating
what I've looked like since 4th grade
when I started developing faster than the other girls
and more people started drawing attention to me.
Only then,
did I start to care.
not about what others thought of me,
but how I was
forced
to hide my body.
My body is not your bed
and I
shouldn't
have to be the one to tell you that.
You had come out of a woman,
why disrespect another?
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Poems for the soul
Poésiei've written poetry for awhile and i always wanted to share it, so here it is. [Poems inspired by the ones who hurt me, the ones who i've loved, the friend who broke me, and the ones stood beside me through whatever.] thank you to the ones i've love...
