Ugly

Ugly,

something everyone says to me.

As I’ve grown up 

over the years,

it has made many comebacks.

The word, that’s been

said to me over and over again

has now made me stronger.

I have realized.

 

You, who calls me these names,

you, who says these words,

are hurting on the inside.

Some have said the same to you,

it made you feel awful,

it made you feel unimportant,

it made you feel not special.

 

But 

it’s also allowed you to change.

a better diet

more exercise

smiling more.

The word that made you feel so insecure

has now changed.

A beautiful face

is now what’s left.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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