Be your own butterfly.
Beep Beep Beep
In the dark I fumble for my phone,
and there is silence.
The day has not started and I am already done.
Opening my eyes I swing my legs over the edge of my bed,
and stand before the inanimate object that ruins my life.
Looking back at me is a girl.
A brown girl, with brown eyes, hair, and skin.
Who is she? She is me.
The mirror before me shows an image I do not want,
an image that has forever haunted me.
I lift up my shirt and poke at my stomach,
and it is empty from not eating the day before.
I turn away in disgust, but what I see causes me to smile once again.
The butterflies cut out of an old book cover my walls.
Doodles drawn by my siblings are taped along side them,
I cannot give up.
I am a butterfly flapping my wings in the sun.
I am a butterfly not caring how I look but only caring that I am happy.
Every butterfly is beautiful,
and so am I.
Looking back at that dreadful mirror I smile,
with all my teeth showing I finally look happy.
I do not have to look perfect.
I just have to look like me.
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