Reflection

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Even if I am constantly critiqued

I stand,

happy with the head on my shoulders

I don’t care how many magazines tell me I should look in the mirror and hate what I see

Because at the end of the day,

I belong only to myself

I will look how I want, sing as loud as I want and be who I want to be.

I will laugh in the faces of those who get me down,

And I will grow skin as tough as leather.

I wait patiently for the day when I go out

and set this world ablaze.  

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