Insecurities

You constantly remind me that I am not good enough not pretty enough
Leave me hung in your closet like the bastard child that only wanted to be loved
You laugh and hiss telling me beauty is not skin deep
You question my body has if God made a mistake while He was creating me
 

You keep me up late at night with battle scars on my skin because the battle I fight against myself

Against society
I was told beauty was only found in Mac lipstick and covered with Louis Vuitton heels
High cheekbones and higher lashes, full lips and a fuller ass
 

Only pretty girls survive in this world
So, I sit still watching black figures dance across my walls
silhouettes and shallow smiles
All hide in disguise
Behind makeup because seeing a girl for her naked soul is just too much to handle