An Oppressed Beauty

I look in the mirror

What do I see looking back me

Not the famiiar face

Everybody perceives me to be

The blissful face that graces the earth

Hides the story since my birth

Having to face the world alone

Accept my own beauty

Even if others disown

They see the dimples in my cheecks

They notice the glasses on my face

What appears to exsist

seizes from the world's view

The person who I have hid

For fear of not being accepted

By society's point of view

I put on some lipstick

I try to look my best

Put on a smile

For the world to see

Only to be viewed by others

Who will never understood my history

Never contradicting myself

Disregarding what others have to say

I know deep in my heart

I was created with grace

My hair isn't always perfect

My make-up doesn't suite me right

The outfits I wear aren't typical

Distant from this generation

Does that give me the audicity to be judged

Aren't I worthy of liberty

Why should I be based off of

my imperfections

That the world can't see

The importance of self love

Being able to embrace the beauty of myself

Life doesn't have filters

Loving myself skin deep

My smooth brown skin

the small twinkle of my beady eyes

The firmness of my cheeck bones

My slender frame

My body as a temple

A canvas often misunderstood

Never do I attempt to interpret

The body I am in

The skin I rejuvenate