The road before her,
It goes left and right,
Making bends way too tight.
She imagines her hips,
Nothing like this road.
Those thoughts begin to unload.

Again they haunt her,
Strong and proud,
She tries to scream but she can’t let it out.
Her image reflects from the other side,
She takes a deep breath,
And those thoughts change to pride.

Her curves are beautiful,
No matter what shape,
Winding, or curvy, or straight.
You are stunning,
No matter how you look.
Don’t judge a cover,
By the opening of the book.


Curves - Alysha W



My very first poem :)

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