Authenticity at it's finest
You know how people
take a look at
themselves
and see the bad, the ugly
scrapes and scars
cellulite and stretched
marks along the craters and curves of the
body
I see all of that and
more, in myself,
as I take a photo for the first
time today, the amazon forests decided to
peek through my eyes
and my red splotchy cheeks
lit up, lifted
the small bags under my eyes
show exhaustian but I will still
go to class, and my lips are chiseled
with missing pieces of skin,
from dehydration.
The lighting is toned down,
not highlighted or contrasted,
just soft and vulnerable
like my inside.
This poem is about:
Me
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