Insecurities of a women
Who has been torn
Of still consistencies
" I hate myself because"
I felt hated
Amongst those
Who where designed
Magnificent in such a way
Our magnitude's
Could not connect
For my own well being
Why did God make me this way?
Simply,
Just like a wet clay
Being molded before eyes
You and I
Are beautifully made
See..
I connected on many levels of
Low self-esteem, depression, anger,
Bullying, sadness
Most of all I thought
So low of myself
Trash was in disposal
But..
One day I realized
Eye to eye
And those eyes seen elegance
In Gods eyes
He sees perfection
To our imperfections,
Real beauty
Defines your heart and soul
Because images
Can be overlooked, erased or unnoticed
Beauty shows a women's
Integrity and humbleness
You and I
Are the empathy of beauty