Watch Me
People walk by on the streets,
Judging me,
Picking me apart just by my looks.
It doesn't bother me. I welcome it.
I may not look like their definition of
pretty,
smart,
or talented,
but there is one thing I have, that I notice most people do not:
a smile.
Without looking
pretty
smart
or talented,
those people on the streets know that I am happy.
That is something they can not tell me to change.
My smile is my flawless message.
I choose to stand out.
I choose to smile.
I choose happiness.
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