Beautiful

At 5 years old i thought i was beautiful.

I went to school and heard them girls talking.

At 7 years old i thought i was ugly.

I went to school and people agreed.

At 9 years old i thought i was okay looking.

I went home and to school and got called names.

At 11 years old i thought i was pretty.

I went on vacation and back to school, they talked.

At 13 years old i thught i was a low average looking girl.

I went to school and my friends turned their backs.

At 15 years old i thinkt im a worthless piece of dirt that is absolutly hidous.

I went to councling and realized, beauty is within.

With a kind heart and a good set of mind,

Youre beautiful, looks dont matter.

You are beautiful.

I am beautiful. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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