Her

Wed, 02/18/2015 - 14:08 -- dj64

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And so it wastr, it was me standing in this mirror.

Light skin,

Brown eyes,

You know the same old thing.

Light pink full lips that naturally pout.

My lashes are long,

My freakles splattered.

My hair a messy red lioness.

And so it was true, it was me standing in this mirror.

Looking at only the flaws I could see.

Picking at the imperfections of my face.

Trying to tame the beast of my curls with heat.

Cuz you know he aint trying to kick it with no curly haired freak.

Stand up straight.

Smile.

ugh no.

Dont smile.

My teeth arent pearly sun kissed white.

And so it was true, it was me standing in this mirror.

No tan on my already honey toned skin.

No false lashes.

No red lipstick

I dont have a perfect little nose.

I dont have a perfect complexion.

My breast aren't identical.

I have those swirly stretch marks on my behind.

And so it was true, it was me standing in this mirror.

Bare.

Free.

Natural.

No filter.

This poem is about: 
Me

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