I remember wishing for curlier
I remember wishing for curlier hair,
smaller boobs and a bigger butt
all these things I would never achieve.
Beauty and the beast is what they seen in me.
Beastly on the outside
yet only if they looked on the in, a beauty.
I was a pearl radiant and presious
yet, dark and stone hard.
I had learned to accept my apperance and work on my inward.
Finally, there he stood a prince in shining armour sweeping me in his arms
I found someone who accepted me
Beauty and my beast
This poem is about:
Me