Just Some Poetry

beauty

I knew for a young age I wasn't the prettiest. when the boys would chase the girl in the playground and I would sit on the bench waiting for one of them to chase me but not even in my prime did they once even look my way.I could never fit into anything less then a 12 or get anything that showed my bare skin without having self hate by my side.

Oh mother if you knew what your words did to me when you would say how pretty my sister is. everytime she left the house but every time I did you would ask in a demeaning tone"you're going like that" or when you would yell at me for showing any part my body when I felt the slightest bit of pride.I wonder if you would change your word or speak so loudly about it.

I learned quickly I couldnt get in life with my looks after all how could I with a face like mine and a body to match the ugliness,so I did what I could and learned.learned how to use my words how to sound desirable have them focus on my words rather than my looks .learned how use my fingers to create art if I couldn't be the art ill create it.I learned how to love other in hope they would love me back.

I stopped waiting for someone to chase me and started chasing and sooner then expected I found someone who loved me and made me feel loved and at the end taught me how to love myself