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There is something that weighs on my chest Every night as I go to bed, I have no way to distinguish What I want, what I can ask for, and what I need. There is something that aches in my chest
Anything that angers or disappoints you is for teaching you forgiveness of self and compassion for self Anything that has power over you is for teaching you how to take your power back.
A star told me I might want to consider Asking the question Who am I Why do I breathe Why am I valuable
Hush little one don't be afraid hoping you will be able to make it through another day So many open doors that you are scared to walk in, thinking you'll pick the wrong one that will lead you to sin again. God hold my hand & guide me down the
Headphones in, pressing playA woman's voice starts my day Every women's providence;Her journey to self-confidence The podcast shows me wonders thatSuccess of such women while having a chat
Many tears I have cried All cause things didn't go right But now I just laugh and hold my head high Cause I know that good times are nearby
No is a word meant for me. No, it doesn’t bother me No, don’t speak up No, you cause too many issues No, who are you to tell people what is okay?
Opening my eyes, Starring at my thighs, A sad face in the mirror, Trying hard to see an image clearer. Knowing I was large, having fear I turned into a barge, Beginning to see my fate,
Try When I was a child I was innocent I was free as the leaves I chased I was living in wonder. but Childhood leaves us.
Watch? Check. Calculator? Check. Pencil? Check. Papers? Check. Me? Check. Time. Go. My eyes slide over the words as the conveyor belt at the grocery store, while my mind scans the bar codes of each sentence.
Our world, separated by darkness and light, Roughly advances, more difficult to fight; People will struggle in order to thrive, Though many just struggle to stay alive;
I am a cross broken down into 4 different sides to create the perfect image. I am the night sky filled with stars, filled with quiet voices and deep thought. The stars as memories and lessons of life to guide me through.
Books and bags define it as price tagsMoney for short skirts and heelsFriends and peers define it with jeersAs whoever can eat the least mealsThe jeered have fear that they'll never hear
You don't know me, But I’m the girl who always sits in the back corner during class. You might think I am shy But I sit back there so I can see everything
I am not your alcohol. You can’t drink me, bottles upon bottles and forget my name when tomorrow morning hits. I refuse to be anyone’s drunken mistake.
Mama says I'm beautiful But, the pod shows me some else Yellow and small you see A regular chick that's me Why can't I be the ugly duckling Why can't I have a beak that peaks trough the wind
A time for change was near,It was crystal clear,The days were hard and long,My confidence was all but strong,Summer came and camps began,So I made a plan.I stayed for weeks, playing music for days,
I spend my days longing and striving for a perfection,I know I can never reach.I spend my nights planning for the day to come,Making goals I'll never meet.I feel I am accepting of others and their beliefs,Given they respect my own.I'm not very wel
There's no competition when I'm around, because everyone gets nervous with many crying sounds! The competitors get terrified when I am near. When I win, the others give a crestfallen tear.
Self worth is your swag Don't let your confidence lag Cause them haters want to eat you Deep inside they wanna be you The essence of what is true to you Self confidence is attractive
A thought, a dream, a burning need One search, one hope, one miracle found How could I have ever lived without? Your majestic beauty and strength, centered boldly upon your cotton canvas,
Beauty: From Me to You Dear lover, I wish you could see the beauty in yourself The constant radiating aurora No you don’t need any Sephora
To express myself into words cannot fulfill the true definition of me But possibly the feeling I portray could reveal my heart Poetry inspires me t
I ate too much chocolate, they said. Eating too much chocolate, makes my eyes and hair brown. Just brown. But I wanted blue eyes and yellow hair.
An unsolved puzzle With pieces scattered Not really sure how they all fit But someday, they will make a beautiful picture Of all the things I have accomplished Of all the things I've learned
I will never be perfect. I will never be flawlessly beautiful, Nor unprecedentedly romantic. I will never dance with stars in my eyes, And I will always have a reason to apologize. But among all of this,
I find myself sitting in a red basement...
place your phone in the air get that angle right
A six year old girl ran to the bathroom And stretched Scotch tape from her eyes to her ears To make herself as pretty as girls society consumes To hide her insecurities, and fears
Big things can come in small packagaes I'm above average I stand five feet Not easy to defeat A worthy opponent, watch and see Increasing my seratonin, I bask in the Vegas rays
I didn’t even want to write this poemI wasn’t sure what was the pointTo pour your heart into somethingWhen there’s always someone better out thereSomeone better at accurate alliteration
She was the type of person that didn't think highly of herself
No filter? No problem. I can still be as pretty, I can still be as nice!
Waking up in the morning, never seemed better. right hair, right face, right smile. It never used to be that way, until one day. Realizing loving myself
F or those who lose sleep over the opinion of sheep, L ose a sene of self-respect. A dmiration for the things I have done W ill never define who I truly am. L eadership fuels my body on a daily basis, however
I used to think it was my fault
Who am I? That is the question... I walk around, in a ghost town, in a world were I feel unheard, "Nobody is perfect" is what I hear, yet we all strive for perfectiion.
“Look at her, what she does, atrocious, repulsive, how wrong.” Numbly I agree, since the talks not about me, Yet if I had the choice, I’d speak my inner voice to those who judge blindly.
She stood. She faced her worst enemy. Looked her dead in the eyes. Even though her enemy's face was cracked and broken, the enemy stared. A menacing growl came from her lips. But, She stood.
A dark day begins as clouds cover the sky My heart slowly burns and starts to dry I thought I had my life planned out So I could catch my dream But now I must start over and choose a different string
She feels them staring at her. The energy it gives off Makes her want to jump out of her skin.
Middle School Fat Girl head down, walking through the halls no friends Fat girl shy girl that girl with a book she's alwasy reading quiet. Fat girl
READ ALL ABOUT IT! But do you really? A boy in the back of the class scars on his wrist. The girl in the front throws up to keep her figure. WHAT IS WRONG WITH US?
They stand up to applaud You’ve done it Standing ovation You got the solo; the duet The piece; You brought it to life. The cheering You know it’s for you,
One mistake,will you ever let me forget it...I understand what I did was wrongI understand I disappointed you.But hey lets think of it this way,what else is new?
How do I be myself? You tell me how… You tell me what to do every day… School. Then work. How can I be me? When I’m always going what I’m told to do. And only that.
A little doll once walked through the sea shore From a long and sandy passage, it changed to a rocky highway It was a tedious process as she got hurt so many times Different creatures guided her through the forest
My love is deep for ever and everMy love is real can survive any weatherMy love is pure something so smoothMy love is nuturing some what like foodMy Love is loyal
Her self-confidence is built on the foundations of Facebook and Twitter
To be recognized One must have something to be recognized forAnd I, Well, I have nothingI have the world to walk uponBut it is not mine
I use to have low self esteem in elementary school cause I always thought boys wanted the girls that were "pret
"My, my, aren't you a cute darling!"I show my crooked teeth in a grin;it catalyzes a chain reaction in the crowd.Everyone seems to say the same thing,and nobody suspects how I don't believe them.
Numbers and sizes do not can not define you. They could never show a beautiful heart, soul, or mind. Stretch marks, acne, or birthmarks can’t show the type of person you are.
The day my world turned aroundMy heart started to make a different soundNot of it beating in rythmBut more of a sound of a perfect hymn
Easy breezy beautiful, but they don't teach you to beYOUtiful, they flaunt girls wearing lipstick made of fishscales and oil, they put you to the test to find which mask fits you best,
Ask and dance, each scared emotion between between life, hope. Takes your heart up on, sweet dew on angel wing blooming by love, sincerity, and hope as you go through life.