Naked
Naked and afraid I stay, quiet and alert
I'm waiting for cruel remarks, avoiding the hurt
that comes with words and images unclean
from boys and girls condescending and mean
using words that pack a powerful punch
I look different, singled out of the bunch
and yet through all distraught I feel unique
an individual classy and chic
one who hides behind the camera lens
and does not wear makeup to impress friends
my secrets unfurled I'm an open book
no filters to mask my natural look
though many may sneer or belittle me
my body image exemplifies glee
I am my parents' daughter let it be
Naked and no longer afraid, I'm free
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