B l u e P a t c h e s

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13| s p a c e s o f s o r r o w;

" they say it's a big world,
Filled with infinite air to inhale,
Sights to wonder,
Places to go,
So why do I wake up every morning,
Choking on my own existence?
Gasping for air,
Wherever I go,
I hear all bad words burning into my skin,
For being not beautiful enough,
For being a little darker,
For being not like others,
Being blamed for society's flawed definition,
Blamed for being born,
Lacking blue and green emeralds,
But creamy brown bricks,
Flawed for not having luscious lips,
And pencil curves,
Little button nose,
And illustrated cheekbones,
Every day is a painful reminder,
For not being perfect,
The term which never exists,
Why do I feel insecure with my own body?
In my very own home?
Why do I feel the walls taunting me,
The air sizzling with fury,
The sun burning on me,
Shouldn't I be thankful for what I have?
It's hard to love yourself when your body is filled with toxins,
Killing you from the inside,
The outside smiles broken-heartedly,
Your insides burning,
Count your blessings daily,
Beauty is short-lived like a leave on a tree,
Beauty emerges from the ugliest things,
Don't forget your smile can do wonders,
Your kindness can give birth to someone better,
Your little greetings can make someone's day,
Don't let something so temporary define you,
You're breathing properly and that's what matters the most.''

- kindness is pleasing.