Rubbing Coco Butter on my brown skin, the ashyness is gone.
Laying down on my bed, watching
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10 natural hair tutorial videos on YouTube.
I don't understand why I watched them, it's pointless.
Realizing how the styles are unique, but I keep wearing this puff on top of my head.
Shaking my head, getting off YouTube.
Starting to watch one of my favorite TV shows Euphoria.
"Rue and Jules are so happy together" I thought while watching the show.
After watching that, I got up and looked in the mirror.
I trace every curve and every stretch mark.
Thinking about what the guy said the other night.
He said to me "You'll never be with a guy like me, you and your stretch marks can leave!"
Usually that type of comment wouldn't faze me, but when he said it,
It hit different.
Tears start to fall from eyes.
"God! Why am I insecure?!"
Is he serious?!
I'm no Instagram model!
Showing my assets to you?! You're not even worthy!
I'm a black beautiful woman with curves.
I'm a queen.
Saying that over and over again in the mirror.
I'm that Melanin Girl.
You better believe it.
Motivation.
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Finally, I lay my thoughts on my pillow.
Sleep.
It's time to rest these eyes you beautiful queen.
This poem is about society standards and how it can affect your well being. You start questioning your existence on this Earth. This poem was personal for me. I dealt with people telling me what I should look like and I got tired of it. Instead of changing my looks, I told them "Love of all me or don't love me at all".
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