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Beauty


This one is for every time anybody has ever opened a magazine and said “I want that to be me”. This is for every time you pointed at the girl across from you jealous with envy because she got the latest. Jealous with envy cause she’s the tastiest, jealous because she’s it, because she’s the one. You’re SO green you can’t even see straight. You can’t walk, talk, or think because all you seem to ever do is compare yourself to someone else. Don’t you know you’re beautiful? Why can’t you just be who you are instead of trying to be like everybody else? You see these are questions that I ask myself. Because I’m so tired of everyone always talking about everybody else. I’m going to share my story; I’m going to make this all about me. You see I put that outfit on looking for approval. I put this makeup on looking for approval. For a piece of satisfaction that’ll never come. For a compliment that I may or may not get. For a smile that I may or may not receive. This is me – searching around for beauty when its right in front my face. Digging around for the right look – beating myself up if I don’t win the race. But I am beautiful. But I could never see it – all those stupid pictures and commercials clouding my judgment. Making me hate myself because I don’t have the perfect measurements. Slapping the creator in the face, telling him he made the mistake. But don’t you know you’re here for a reason I’m the salt of the earth, I am the flavor of the month. But my thoughts don’t let me move on, my thoughts keep me weak. From crying wolf to being the black sheep. This voice keeps knocking with waves crushing . Let alone the encouraging, the imagery sent to me in a friend you see. Sent to me from down above filled with love, hope, joy and peace. Capturing my spirits release Releasing the hold on me Shaking and breaking that dark mold on me Breaking me free, carrying me Shouting, YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! Love’s in your face. And isn't that what we all need? Love. Love makes you beautiful. Love makes you beautiful.
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naomieyc

I am a freshman at Bowie State University. I've been writing poetry since I was nine years old. When I grow up I would like to be a publicist/stylist either working for a public relations firm or owning my own firm. My hobbies include singing, dancing, acting and writing songs/poetry. Poetry is how I express my eternal feelings and how I relate to others when they're facing problems.

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