Problem

Problem

A Poem by Courtney Hough

I have this problem,
Or is it a curse?
Whatever it is,
It only gets worse.

I'm always accused,
Before anything is known.
By the way I look or dress,
Always called a sinner who must atone.

The problem is I care,
All I want to do is listen.
I want to carry burdens,
Be someone to confide in.

I'm labeled...w***e, homewrecker, skank,
and the most classic... a b***h.
I guess I'm unlikable,
The face and body I have is the glitch.

I'm not saying I'm gorgeous,
And I'm not conceded.
It's just what I've been told,
I guess I was born defeated.

© 2016 Courtney Hough


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To me, this piece is so sad because their is a price to pay for being beautiful. Wonderful job letting the word that a pretty face is not all it's cracked up to be. Blessings, N.

"For the beauty that is you"-Elena Lincoln.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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