Glow-Up

Some people ask if I will ever grow, 

As if I haven't been doing that all this time. 

Some people look at me and walk away,

As if I will only fit the parameters I was given.

I use to hate the way I looked. 

The color of my skin is the universal code for doctor. 

My hair is frizzy and curled, yielding me into being called unclean. 

But as time flowed into the river, I realized that I don't give a damn.

I've worked hard on my mental health as people tried to strip away. 

I've become a tall, confident person who did what she knew. 

I decided not to hide behind what people told me to be.

I know I'm far superior to that little box. 

I'm me. 

I've grown into how amazing I truely am, not just how I look. 

I'm Me.