I am… the girl who was constantly told that rhyme about sticks and stones,
As if the words did not hurt any more than for someone to break my bones.
The classmates roar,
And those words hurt more.
I used to prefer physical pain to come my way,
Instead of hearing those cruel things others used to say.
“You’re not _____ enough!”
Every day there is a new insult to fill in the blank,
As if they all have a full word bank.
It’s the hardest to ignore,
When there is always a foot in your door.
Hearing everyone against you,
That tends to melt all your internal glue,
Which holds all the pieces of your broken heart together,
And that causes one to be under the blue weather.
I am the girl who broke through all the peers who lied,
Who told myself I was beautiful whenever I cried.
I know my worth for who I am,
And that is why I have written this slam.
No one can tell me I am not enough,
For I know that is just an over told bluff.
Now I really haven’t got time,
Therefore I will discontinue this rhyme.
BEING YOURSELF IS NOT A BAD THING NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS,
DON’T BE AFRAID OF WHO YOU ARE.
IF YOU ARE UNABLE TO FIND SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
YOU BETTER LOOK HARDER!
BECAUSE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US IS BEAUTIFUL AND SOCIETY NEEDS TO SEE THAT!
Our size or genetics or race or talents or religion or whatever NO NOT MATTER.
I am the one who has realized that.
I am beautiful.