Stand Tall

How can they say I'm flawless when they don't know me?

They haven't seen me lose my temper,

eat too much,

procrastinate,

cry, and have they noticed my bad hair?

my not bikini ready body?

my grades?

my moodiness? 

 

How can I say I'm not flawless when I do know me?

When I know of all the disagreements I've stayed calm in,

eaten what my body needs,

taken care of priorities,

been kind to myself, and when I've ignored my bad hair and put it up,

and dressed for my body,

and strived to learn more in class,

and to take one step at a time in life...

 

I guess it comes down to loving me and owning what I've got.

I'm gonna stand tall because I'm flawless!

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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