Ugly
Ugly,
something everyone says to me.
As I’ve grown up
over the years,
it has made many comebacks.
The word, that’s been
said to me over and over again
has now made me stronger.
I have realized.
You, who calls me these names,
you, who says these words,
are hurting on the inside.
Some have said the same to you,
it made you feel awful,
it made you feel unimportant,
it made you feel not special.
But
it’s also allowed you to change.
a better diet
more exercise
smiling more.
The word that made you feel so insecure
has now changed.
A beautiful face
is now what’s left.
This poem is about:
My community