Have I ever told you, you look beautiful with those scars,
The same way I find the skies so pretty even without the stars.
Your pimpled face never need healing creams,
Atleast it's not haulting you from accomplishing your dreams.
Your black skin has many haters,
But we know that moon too has craters.
Your dry and rough skin never asked for a change,
Still you'd used products with prices in increasing range.
You got bruises all over your face,
People are differentiating you on a complete different race.
You met with an acid attack,
You thought you've lost your upheld dignity and you put yourself on the rack.
You've always disliked your own look,
What about the pain to enhance it you took.
Well it's time for you to realise,
These decisions you make are not so wise.
Stand strong and flaunt your scars,
Feel good and now break those bars.
People carry worse problems through the miles,
Rather than your face and your creepy smile.
So rise above it all and love your flaw,
Because this is definitely what making you bold and raw.
YOU ARE READING
LOVE YOURSELF.
PoetryIt's a poetry dedicated to those females who are under-confident regarding how they look and what people think about them. They frame a image irrespective whether the third person is bothered or not. So to all those girls and women who think they're...
