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There is a reason two souls meet. Reaching out for one’s hand to grasp a feeling you have yet to feel. The beast met with beauty, but the beauty was too bright. It shined like the north star when the stars first come out.
There is a reason two souls meet. Reaching out for one’s hand to grasp a feeling you have yet to feel. The beast met with beauty, but the beauty was too bright. It shined like the north star when the stars first come out.
They said "I was beautiful enough "They looked at me blankly, and saw somewhat fit thighs, a somewhat of a put together face Hazel eyes that are presentable, heart on a sleeve
Papa always told me I wasn't a porcelain barbie.
He said I was too dark to be lovely, I had no pink cheeks nor colored eyes.
He refused to stay home most of the time,
I am a goddess
of perceptual beauty
woven by my own intricacies;
a tapestry of feminine familiarity.
I am a goddess
of voluptuous curves
shaped by motherly hands;
I woke up like this.
I opened my magic, crusty eyes this morning
And yawned my genius, stink-breath mouth.
I lifted my sleep-heavy body with the strength of lions, Herculean!
I woke up like this.
When perfection is plastic, and beauty is pain,
And personality is viewed as a crutch,
The world is construed, and I am so proud
Confidence is key but no one ever taught me how to achieve it.
I learned it on my own by realizing other opinions won't make me any different.
