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My hands already know how to braid my hair   At 15, I cut my hairthe ends tickle my chin.sensational.   At 8, my hair is too short to braid.  
Classic fairytales are like garbage   They reek of rotten apples   Pungently infiltrating the nostrils  
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This is two poems in one day, but so be it.   Psalm 147:4 ~ He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name. Isaiah 40:26 ~ Lift your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these?
My thirteen reasons why  Life pushed me stronger to survive    One. Served for a few years ,  Some very holy regulars came in  They said I've been gaining weight
Weak, weak, weak, my inner voice, it cries Weak, weak, weak, my confidence, it dies Weak, weak, weak, my faith, it slowly fades
Melanin Stained Skin Jeraldyne Norman   Melanin stained skin Everyone’s staring, glaring through me Watching each and every step I take
And now I’ve come to the end, I walked a very long way. Miles and years, Smiles and tears. But there is nothing left for me to say.   You didn’t hurt my feelings,
Welcome to the carnival of life Where brilliance shines, flashing lights Where memories are our currencies Where affection is shared like cotton candy Where strength is measured in courage
Welcome to the carnival of life Where brilliance shines, flashing lights Where memories are our currencies Where affection is shared like cotton candy Where strength is measured in courage
Old soul Young bones Turmoil and pure insanity- This time last year I was really feeling the shit hit the fan, man And I mean, really
He stretches out the heavens like a canopy and spreads them out like a tent to live under. He allows us to play with the idea of walking in immeasurable confidence. So we can take risks without the fear of failure. We can,
There is no top, without a bottom.  There is no winner without a loser.  There is no finish line, until I start... Build a wall so high, that I cannot see what lies ahead  
Suppose someone told you that you just didn't make the cut,That you just weren't good enoughFor their level of expectations,That you weren'tWhat they needed to thrive. "What would you do?"
Insecurity (“”)                 Why aren’t you happier to see me                 Why don’t you look nicer when we go out                 Why do you always have to be so smart. . . or clueless. . . or dumb
There is a lot I have lost but it may be worth the cost. They say I must wake up from my dream but what does it mean? I have cried out for answers... but all I recieve is cancers.
Fat girl wakes up in the morning Fat girl tries on ten pairs of pants that does not make it look like her sides spill over Fat girl keeps in the tears because it will smudge the makeup she is so proud of
Worthless, you say? Well, Almost, but not quite It takes some grammar To make that right You see, "worthless" Spelling withal, Is declaring you lack any worth at all
looking threw each eye the three folds of feelings can dictate your day.  Pain, love, hope . You may feel that your looking threw your pain.
Let us conquer the world one last time For our one last adventure Oh my dear friend, how did I let Time take me away My body is changing and my mind is racing
Forgive me,  but I have such a hard time believing that you're being sincere. I feel my fingers rattling— tapping other bones, nervously checking my phone,
Mirror mirror on the wallTell me I am beautifulTell me that this face I haveShould not change but stay as is.
Someone who can't make up their mind. Unable to tell yourself that you can do whatever you want. Maybe you are what everyone says you are.
The lights on the ceiling blurred my vision As I lay on my back, Humming low. The world is cruel to The young who Have no place to go. And the first thing I saw when I stepped into the open
I'm not antisocial, Nor do I hate people when I go away. I actually thrive around them, But there is a limit for me everyday. I don't like large groups, Unless it's a festival or concert.
i'm not going to be at the bottom of your checklist because you forget i'm a priority like you forget to eat your breakfast i'm not your last minute school project i'm not "going through the motions"
Today I learned that in France having a gap between your teeth is believed to be good luck   dents du bonheur good luck teeth   In France this "imperfection"
Cross my heart, And hope to die That one day, you will see That I can really fly That one day, you'll notice That I'm finally enough And that one day, you will realize That your 'love' was too much
All I need is Me.My Thoughts are Mine.Alone on this island I may be,But with Myself I will be fine. All I need is Me.My Skills are Mine.Alone on this island I may be,But with My Hands I will work fine. All I need is Me.My Strides are Mine.Alone on
I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror The reflection staring back at me raised an eyebrow and groaned - honey you look a mess  
The school system has me gasping for air and I am suffocating every dying second I am there   With every test, with every exam I find myself saying "Screw it" more and more  
I’m stranded. Don’t know where I am, starting to lose sense of who I am, but that can’t occur. See, while my location may be unknown, my identity and ideals cannot be gone
I'm whole.  Holy, Wholly,  Pure.  Fresh driven snow, Or freshly cut coke. Blessed and untouched  Or lonely, Unloved Is my flower,  Truly power?  This is me
All I need is all me! And if that surprises you, it surprises me! Everytime I say it! Every time I believe it! And its only getting sweeter, when I hear other people say it.
ValidationThis is the only thing I needWhen I have itI can finally feel secureAnd only with itDo I feel safe-It's comparable to an addictionIt keeps away my demonsIt makes me unafraid
In your life, the saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” Is something you’ll hear a lot  
I love her more than I think she loves herself. I look at her and see so many things. I remember oh so well the mask she wore everyday. The smile that was plastered on her face.
The only time I can’t forget you Is in my drawn out fever dreams. Half human, half animal, You draw me in Like an “Alice in Wonderland” character that shifts
I am contradictory I am shy, yet I want to be the center of attention I am intelligent, yet I do nonsensical things I am quiet, yet my thoughts are loud and clear My insides are constantly at war
I am somebody special. Limited edition.
You tell yourself ou arent good enough for a love like that But you deserve it You deserve spending the rest of your life with someone that loves the same music that loves the rain just as much as you
I was gone
i am somebody yet i am nobody i am somebody yet another plain face in a crowd
Hold me closeenough our atoms touchwhen my subatomic particlesare shakingin fear of frustrationof becoming what I am.  
Let flowers grow from your hands from love and care each stem stands   Some may break and your hands may ache   When you let another take a flower One more will grow within the hour  
  The world can often feel like heavy hands around our necks, closing fast.
On Tuesday I ran home Just to get away from school I can't stand how the people Are so judging, are so cruel   They look at me, disgusted As if they wish that I was dead
Sometimes when the world isn't nice to us, we forget how special we are
See a kid from high school like all the rest he just wanted to be cool.  Wanted to be the best. He Smoked what they spoke, and drank what they wrote, 
You see it on TV You see it in magazines The image that you wish to be All the girls at school have it Hurling “helpful” insults so you May have it too The image that you wish to be
*clears throat* I'm........awesome. And so is everything else. *lights dim and people applaud*
It is a dense fog As thick as pea soup Struggling to suffocate me Eyes unable to see mere inches ahead   It is a storm cloud overhead  Ominous and dark Filled with rain about to drown me
Sometimes I feel like a failure A washed up piece of nothing all too aware of how inconsequential I am in this lifetime   Sometimes I want to give up I want to run away
I have freckled cheeks and chapped lips. I have never known what to do with my hair, and I'm sure I sweat my makeup off before lunch everyday. I am not pretty. Because pretty is a flower, 
No filter is needed to see who this is A girl with such a bliss Someone who they miss But in history, they've shown of me what should be As now I uncover my destiny Now the filters may disappear
Slumber. Crema. Ludwig. Aden. Perputa. Amaro. Mayfair. Rise. Hudson. Valencia. X-Pro ll. Sierra. Willow. Lo-Fi. Earlybird. Brannan. Inkwell. Hefe. Nashville
Rejoice.
I stare into a shattered mirror.
Who am I? My name is Seraiah Jean Cook But what does that mean? I'm more than a name I'm just a girl in this world trying to be sane My life hasn't been the best
Its so easy to lose the meaning of who you are
  The filter It's something that sometimes makes me feel so good inside It's something that enhances the beauty that I can't see inside of  myself So I need this filter 
Immaculate, impeccable.
I am wild. I am spectacular. I am wildly passionate. I am jealous. I am human. I do dumb things. I make a fool of myself. I have a wondering and imaginative mind, I only see the good in people and I'm infatuated with the idea of love. 
When you're left alone with no family to turn to self confidence and worth becomes hard for you Your confidence is shot your dreams diminished never has anyone felt so finished   
It's taken my entire life A roll down a hill and a swim  through a lake  Wide swings around wooded paths behind the trees and looking off towards the tracks
Some people judge you Most people want to be you What do I want? Acceptance I can’t change who I am This is the only life I have I will always be Too skinny  
I tried so hard So hard to just show who I am But  It scared me  Because I felt like no one would like who I am I just wanted to be free So free that I wouldn't care what other people thought
    Life begins inside the cell A simple structure,  without much complication,  that one can find anywhere A cell, which can build a monastery
It started when I was young. Teased by my family. Move you fat cow, you're blocking the TV.
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she is nothing  she is nowhere she is confused she has been told who to be her whole life she has no idea who she is she has been........ Beat
Make mistakes. So many of them. So many so that one day you can look back and it and smile and say. I did it. I made it.
Carefully, she wraps herself in her very own, invisible cloak, one just like how Harry Potter had except not quite For only the innermost layer of her being is hidden, the one she’d only show when she was at home
To Be Heard: My Voice Silent, for so many years
    I'm not that girl still,I don't cringe at the mirror, I no longer look. 
Feel what you see The pain is not mine It isn't yours Who does it belong to If not you or me?   It's better than pity That lacks kindness and charity
The things that define us can often make us worse,   but they can also make us better we can grow,    like seeds after a forest fire
I want to see the stars see past the fog place my head above the clouds,   bathe in the light I want to forget the dark wrap myself in rich shades of blue,  
In this world there aren't winners and losers Just sitters and doers  And as we enter this universe  We are the choosers of if we win or not Some people seem like they're winning by sitting 
    V          Doubt     O          Fills every corner of my mind      I           Whispers      I           Dark words of unending peril. Failure      I           Hope
In the darkness you will find my heart, or what is left after i fall apart. it's only natural to fall off the edge once more it's happened everytime before. In the daylight you find my soul
I will not be defined by what size I wear I am not fat I am thick 
It hurts to breathe and I growtired of beingsplintered ribs can holdno fluttering soulghosts of the past have takenrefuge in vacated space:and my bones    creak with their       wounded hearts
I told you that no matter what, I’d be okay. "I’m always okay."  
  I write to escape from life...   I hear whispers slither into my ear 
I am not a fool I'm only himan And I'm bound to make mistakes Understand I've always had what it takes What it takes to love you And what it takes to stay with you Yeah I might have been hurt
In the mirror is not your reflection, But instead the trader within. She looks at you in disgust, Knowing that she’ll win. Poking at your curves, Pinching at your skin.
I'm not afraid to admit I know nothing at all Even though these memories Just left broken scars I gave you a second chance And you just through it away I gave you everything you wanted
  I am from the midnight sunset dreamt on by angels From a cut in half oak tree residing on a corner I am from the machine made earthquake that rocks the beds and frightens the children
I want it I really do. It is just really hard. I do it because I have to. I wake up every day with a smile on my face. It hopes of one day obtaining what I need. I tell everyone that I will succeed.
Vivid lights beam down from a ceiling housing thousands of cheering fans. Cheekbones corrupted with smiles give way, some hidden by active hands. A beating heart within, so eager to emerge from the cage that condemns it so
The ability to touch the sky Fly with the birds the angels A dream of all the flight To fly one must innovate improve Try Try Try Until at last takeoff is achieved
Growing up I never noticed that I was different. 
I dreamed of being a super hero To have my name in the headlines every day Reality crushed my dreams when I was just seven  I had to accept that I was never going to wake up with super powers
I know this won't be easy,
Ten thousands thoughts collide behind these eyes Cacophonous silence that drives me wild At all times led in every-which way But bound by science to live in only one place Choice is a hefty weight upon by back
As I wash the dishes  I have many wishes Ever Since I started working here My thoughts have started to veer People walk in and out Some are loud and shout They leave their dishes on the table
I'm a Math Geek, sure. I've got charisma, too much! Combine them, It's me!
Am I considered lucky, to live in this land where I am considered free, or am I considered a prisoner, behind bars that are simply a reflection of ME. 
  Deep within each human There is a drive, a need   Different fires burn for every man All expressed within a seed   A seed that grows with every season
Life is like a burning candle soon we will burn away slowly but surely  we are not here to stay we were made to be a light and warmth but not to last forever just because we a fading 
When there's photoshop, creating gods' of "perfection" and the girls around me are wearing makeup that brings "the best of their qualities" out.
A dream. A blissful careening feeling, abstract and fickle. My job will be a dream.  
Mom and Dad want me to evaluate the broken, To diagnose them with the disease we all have- surreal survival,
If everyone started loving themselves,There would be a lot less hate in the world.Just think of how much better you would feelIf every time you put yourself downYou thought of something positive instead.
One Job May Change My Life Fighting for the justice of innocent civilians Becoming someones "hero"
Beyond a dream on a stage it isn't about me it isn't about fans, fame, fortune or other words thrown around by those who have too much and give nothing
I stare at my wrists Blood dripping red Trying to drive the demons from my head   Do I jump Do I stand On edge waiting With a blade in my hand   I want to live
I stare at my wrists Blood dripping red Trying to drive the demons from my head   Do I jump Do I stand On edge waiting With a blade in my hand   I want to live
Skinny is a six letter word that haunts me at night. Skinny is perfection, at least that's what I've learned. It's skin and bones; no skin to pinch. Fat is a three letter word that I see in the mirror.
In a room full of people,I look around me.These people are silent,& They cannot see.Their mouths are sown shut,to keep them for talking.About the secrets they hear,
My purpose is unknown, unfuffilled. I feel like there's nothing to live for. Helping others out of my own free will; That desire, that passion, makes my heart soar. I listen to people attentivly,
Trotting daringly through the meadows of flowers I feel the pulse beneath my feet Frolicking with the whisp of the wind I hear it stirring Bringing me closer and closer until suddenly I kneel
Twelve   Dear Mr. and Mrs. Anonymous,   Who knew you could ever live in a world so perfect.  I mean cruel. 
This is my body. Chipped nail polish on short nails That aren’t even bitten off evenly Fingers with sparse hairs on them,  That sometimes there and sometimes aren’t
It is said that repeating the same task over and expecting different results is the definiton of crazy. But if one repeats the same task over from preschool to college expecting success, would they define us as crazy too?
She grabs a magazine and looks inside All these "perfect women" fill the contents A false reality seen with her eyes Comparing herself to literal nonsense   The flawless faces photoshopped to perfection
I sat out behind the house for hourswaiting for something to come home.It has been days since the wind has blownand I have ingested the sun to show youhow bright I really am.
One, two, three,  Four, five, six. Look in the mirror, Lick your lips. Pluck and pull, Scrub and conceal. Watch what you eat, Don't eat that meal. Why do we play
I feel like a porcelain doll
To be recognized One must have something to be recognized forAnd I, Well, I have nothingI have the world to walk uponBut it is not mine 
My pillow stained with tears, another sleepless night for the lonely.
Perfume "He says you smell good
I guess you can say we all have two personalities:   The one during the day, If we asked if we are happy,
  I don’t understand. Can someone please explain? Why test scores and grade averages are more important than individuality?
Somehow I now believe that everything everything everything is changing
I saw a little girl sitting on a bench  Crying because she was hurt. No visible scars but on the inside She felt like she had no worth. She felt she was different, bore an ugly visage
When you were in school, what did you learn? Did they teach you how to hide the fear in an urn? Did your teachers ever face the problems that burned
WhoreSlutBitchCuntLiarWords hurt.They pile into my eardrums.How?Why?Wrong?Questions fill my head.I don't know. I don't know.I don't know.
I'm drowning in the inability to let go there is no siding to grab no raft afloat just me alone in this ocean. as wilson difts away I scream in desperation, "I have lost my self control!"
Who are you? I am a collection of my mistakes
What’s on your mind? Is it a person? Someone you wish you knew?  A mime, trying to find the right words to express its inner being. What’s on your mind? The beauty of the sea? Wonder how deep it can be? The moon? Glistening in the sky?
She'd love to say she's confident but she's not. "Hey you're smart!" She doesn't get that alot. She wants to say she's powerful, but she wont. She thinks she's beautiful, but no one else thinks so.
Digging deep down inside, There's no place to ride, I feel a since of emptiness, that sometimes I can not hide, Who cares about my up bringing, I surley am not suprised,
Remember that day you felt you could never compare That feeling that life just couldn't be fair Remember the tears that flooded your eyes That feeling that life is a pile of lies
I must constantly fend for my self esteem because I wound easy and when on the mend I get mean      
Size 0..next..1..next.. 2..next..3 ..next.. 4..5.. wait wheres the rest?
The bones they scream in volumes that grow I hear them begging to show They want to press pass the barriers They want me to learn “no” It scares me as much as it thrills me To take it all in and see
Growing up, I was toldthat all of me was wrong.A waist too big, breasts too small.Much too tall and far too wide.My parents encourageda hatred of my body.Told what not to eat.
Am I wrong if I tell you I want to make love to your mind first ? Before giving giving you back shots that sweat out your hair in make your spine hurt. I want to make you mine first. I want to put in the time first.
  I am that nameless one, the one girl everyone seems to have an opinion on Oh look, there's that one ! that slim one, I heard she was this , heard she was that You hardly even know me to even talk. what do I do ?
I have never known beautiful. First the flash of a crooked smile, Then the wire rimmed glasses. A long, straight nose, The sickening, overwhelming desire to be thin.  
There’s a bitch in my brain she’s filled with lemon juice and black tar There’s a bitch in my brain I didn’t see her filled with fragments of broken mirrors and  rotten fruit
I live inside my own head where there is a garden and no door “you let the garden wilt & rot” “I wanted to,” I said Doll lips upon the petals trying to breathe life back into the garden.
I don’t stand next to the statue of my failure of my epitome my identical and my reciprocal. She reminds me of all my short comings fawn like legs kick. I’ve always wanted to be a fawn
the mirror reflects my image i see all flaws no light am i really like this is this what others see?
Suck it in suck it out. What are you trying to do, pass out? Not something you wish to be? Take heavy thoughts in wisely. It is hard to watch when it's hard to breath. Will you stop going weak, don't deceive.
A pasted on smile, stretched over bleached white teeth Perfect skin, clean and bright Perfect body, toned, tanned, and fit Perfect hair, straighted and dyed THESE are robot girls, ripped from glossy pages.  
The flowing dancer spinning with the tongue the pen the pencil sentences tumbling at times only to stand once more graceful as ever   Moving quickly then slowly
Oh to life’s little desires Through irresistible body’s pleasures Such do they bring the hottest fires Within you cannot control Within it gives comfort and console Promises to make things better
when you look at me what you see darskin ,brown eyes and sandy brown hair\ do see a big smile, with dark lips someone thats not that tall but stand so tall and proud all the time
I live in Texas weather, It’s way too hot for us. We always pray for rain to come, Then we always fuss. When it comes I’m unprepared And don’t know what to do… I’m undecided what to wear,
Skin deep I'm blond, so I must be dumb, but my mind whirls faster than most. Skin deep I wear skirts, so I'm a crazy conservative, but I'm quite liberal. Skin deep I'm not skinny,
If women are not bound by their waistlines, Then why do girls’ eyes droop at the sight of scales? More like blooming tulips than heady wines,
Is it The way I sway my hips to the beat of promiscuity .Is it how I flip my half shaven head with pride.Is it the confidence in my walk boobs up Broad shoulders Back & Head Held High.What is beauty.
    Each and every question, by you or I, to me My mind is quick to answer, so sure I’ll feel it be An evolution strikes, as dusk turns into dawn Awakened with wide eyes, my decision’s fully wrong
A shattered mirror A million pieces All me Different aspects Different stories to tell Broken. Beyond repair.
             To clear my mind for the aura of a focussed being..     To put aside self inflicted insercurties brought on by societies images of perfection,
She stared in the mirror wanting moreMore of what she lostThe world was mocking herCracks formed on the glass of her skinShe ran from the image and fellBetrayed by her body holding her down
Out of the frying pan Into the fire Just your fellow man Mislead by desire I can do it, I know I can Liar liar pants on fire
  We wish upon a shooting star, just to change who we are   Gaze among the stars so bright, just so we can see the light  
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I don’t know much about the world, economy, politics and what not I didn’t know about slavery or racism at all for that matter I didn’t know about Martin Luther King’s dream and how the conquest for Civil Rights
Far far away my dreams reside...They are my innermost desires that I can no longer hide...My dreams are crying out to me so my heart believes...My mind whispers, my spirit grieves...Far far away my dreams seem distant...They silently whimper, but
Dreams to me are... The world within a world, Is a story that never gets old. As time alternates inward and outward, My third eye connects the invisible cord. Thoughts begin to gather as a sea of buzzing flies,
Unspoken words are very powerful words Words that go without say But hold strong meanings in the array of thoughts These are my Unspoken Words To you I may look like I got it all
Tell your haters Thank you and your supporters For being Mr. and Mrs. Literal Takes courage to speak one's mind Voices whether positive or negative Celebrate, rejoice in your own vibes
I need your love. Why don’t you love me? Is it because I’m hateful? I need your love. Why don’t you love me? Is it because I’m fat?
I write to express To give birth to fantasies To show the real me My secretes only paper can see Keep the pain away, Keep my mind sane I write
Cut me open Lay me bare My beating heart I give to you Beneath these lights On this stage I flay myself before you Nothing is held back Nothing will be left In this small time
It feels cold here without you... Its funny how much a hug can do. Arms filled with warmth that surround you... However your hugs were more than a comfort... You not only handed me your heart
You see a pretty face I see a beautiful soul You see a smile on her face I see scars on her heart You think she is happy, but you do not see beyond that She hides behind the blue sky
Reach that limit Watch the birds fly above in complete aw Take the time to move yourself the way the man above planned you to move Just Take That Time!
The sound of my heart beats in rage... Boom-Boom, Boom-Boom My Fist clinch in Anger... Boom-Boom, Boom-Boom The sight of him makes me crawl into my inner shell... Where were you?
I never had a home, In fact, I never remember having a family. These people? who are they? I over heard something unpleasent, I could remember the pharses of "Adopted", "Brought here for a reason",
A bunch of scrambled words vomited it upon a page Gleaming with a contrast of feelings and opinion Some may relate to it some may not It could be about love or life or an activist though
Dressed ready to leave, Black skirt and black leggings, I'm dressed for him, I want him to see me, I'm wearing a sliver necklace and small sliver earrings, I'm ready to impress you, not deceive you
Never let yourself be underestimated, For you possess so much untapped greatness. When the road ahead leads to darkness, be true to yourself and you will find that the light within will shine brighter than any other.
College is a place where everyone wants to be. But its not where everyone can see Books, Fees, tution. I hold my breath and keep wishing A miracle, a star or something
Mirrors and mind contort what I see, Skinny and thin is what I must be; 86 pounds just isn’t enough, Starving myself is going to be tough.
SELF VALUE IS MAIMED WEEPING WOES WORSEN AS OPTIMISM WITHERS AND THE INTERNAL ABUSE REMAINS UNTAMED THE HEART AND MIND SHIVERS.
I could be classified Labeled, Deemed, whatever, As probably insane. I laugh at this theory, But some of the surrounding Facts verify the thought. A circumstance rises,
If Earth was a boy, what would he make? If Earth was a girl. what would she draw? If Earth was a mother, what would she love? If Earth was a father, what would he teach?
You are an individual Your pasts are only residual You are who you are Others are who they are Don't be swayed by the wrong Because life is way too long You be what you want to be
I am what I am I am a shining star Shining bright to see in the eyes of my family I am what I am I am a musical instrument High and low notes I capture the ear of others I am what I am
Double edged sword, mind of a whetstone Be humble Be proud Be quiet Be loud A person can't have an ego Can't have self worth Without the stab of arrogance Selfish But in the absence
Take care, Here, take mine I could afford to misplace it for the now. Tick tock, Youth is slipping over mind and through matter Evaporating and subliming to form the stars on your palm
Could you please pay closer attention to me You know, I matter too According to text I was simply placed here to pump blood through your veins Keeping your body afoot, but
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I refuse to allow you to disrespect me, to look over my curves, past my brown eyes and undress me. I refuse to allow you to talk to me any kind of way and try to feed me your repetitious lies.
Love, Where have you gone? What have you done to me? At first it was breathtaking, amazing, beautiful, like breaking dawn Now it's deserted, lame, the game, has fallen.
(poems go here) My neck strains in ample disposition Your clever attempt to persuade me I reckon you have imagination Like the lord who has not been said in vain My lord is my own; your lord is your own
Like an Eskimo, I wear many layers I am kept hidden away Safe from discovery or attack Each layer represents insecurity I put on more layers I want to stay hidden Unnoticed
I would like to be something different. Maybe if I change my habits again. Through hard work and dedication I can. Become something not as myself.
I wish that I didn’t have to tell you how beautiful your body is. I wish that the world would shout about the beauty in the map of your skin. The freckles, stretch marks, bumps and scars
Theres one thing i've learned about love, They never come with protection, So we are all forced to go raw. I was forced to fall in love with myself, Simply because nobody else will.
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