i was not worth it,
they said.
i was not as beautiful as the dress i wore,
they said.
i couldn't cover the imperfection in my face,
they said.
they tried to push me down
but no. i was already too down to the earth.
they tried to burn me with fire
but no. the fire was already in my veins.
they tried,
yet they failed.
they couldn't control myself,
for i know my soul is still in me.
it took me years
to believe in myself
to accept myself
to love myself just the way it is
to have courage in myself
and i won't let them destroy it
in only a couple of minutes.
i am worth it,
for the sake of every air i breath.
i am beautiful,
for the sake of the life my mom put on the line when i was born.
i can't cover the imperfection in my face, indeed,
because i don't have any.
we don't have any imperfection in our face,
it's just a part of the art.
art isn't supposed to be perfect
art is supposed to give you meaning.
YOU ARE READING
the burdens.
Poezja[written in lowercase] "free me, please." they screamed in pain. craving for a way back. "welcome to life, don't freak out." it said. -escarlatee, 2018. [all poems are mine]
