I don't know how to see
The beauty within the beast,
Past the cellulite and fat above my knees,
One gorgeous feature at the very least.
I don't know how to find independence in a crowd,
Noticed but not too noticeable,
Be more than a number but not scream out loud;
No need to fear becoming invisible.
I don't know how to love correctly,
Love deeply and swiftly as Romeo and Juliet;
How to be powerful and vulnerable simultaneously;
How to accept myself--feels good, I bet.
I know how to see these faults and frown.
I don't love myself; instead, I drown.
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I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
