My BeautyA Poem by MadelineThis is my first poem so I don't know how it is :/
When I was little, I was big
When I turned six, I got bigger When I was in middle school, I was big When I got to high school I got bigger and I was mocked and made fun of for the way that I looked I'm sorry I'm not barbie I guess I'm just to big for good looks I'm sorry we can't see my beauty But I've never wanted to look like barbie I've never wanted to be skinny All I've ever wanted to be is pretty but Society's twisted and messed up views of perfection Has stopped size 16's like me from getting any credit I'm sorry we can't see my beauty I'm tired of looking into mirrors with tears in my eyes From gripping my fists so tight blood runs into the sink I'm tired of looking at knives, dreaming of release Picking it up and only putting it down so my mother won't see I'm tired of lying to myself every time I say I'm ugly and I'm tired of the comments form strangers about the size of my body People assume it's the food that I eat And ignore the stress put on my be society I'm sorry you can't see my beauty I have rolls on my stomach, and fat on my back I've got fat on my b***s too but I've still got one hell of a rack I have thighs that touch And arms that jiggle but A body like this is a temple too Even though it's a bit bigger So I will look into mirrors and see MY perfection Smile at my own size Because I can see my own beauty
© 2014 MadelineAuthor's Note
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