Nobody.

Who has the right to tell us who we are?
To tell us that we need to change?
To tell us that we aren't up to the standards?
To tell us that we're too different?
That we're undesireable.

Who has the right to tell us who we need to be?
Or How we need to look?
Or how we need to feel?

Nobody.

I don't need to do anything.

Nobody can tell me that I can't be me,
That I can't dress a certain way
That I can't eat a certain food
That I can't be different.

I like being different.

I like the way I am.

I'm beautiful and it's great

I have flaws, and I know

But having flaws

Is what makes me flawless.

This poem is about: 
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741