Soul Shapes
the things i have seen
and the things i have experienced
have shaped my soul
into my own unique shape
that is unlike anyone else's.
i may be a square,
or a rectangle or hexagon,
but i may be a circle.
i can be whatever shape
i choose to be,
and no one can tell me otherwise.
because i am worth more
than my grades or my looks.
i am worth what my soul is made of
and the pieces of the universe that hold me together.
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