To The Beautiful Me
i had always viewed myselF as incompetent,
of Little value,
Always slandering my being as a whole.
i screamed and fumed at the World,
how was I cursed with so Little to give?
how can any being Ever come to love my obscured living?
So then I came upon my answer-
i never needed to Satisfy a person to determine blatant self-worth.
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