Guys he called me pretty
No he called me beautiful
I wonder if he knows those words mean the world to me,
Maybe because it means more to me,
See as a child i was never pretty or beautiful
I was too dark and pitiful
I was too ugly and miserable
Truth be told i just wasn’t good enough
Not enough for my father he left when i was young
Not enough for that boy that told me “ I was the one”
But guys the new boy called me pretty
Doesn’t that mean i’m good enough
Or good enough for my body
Good enough for some bump and grind
good enough for a hobby
But No he called me beautiful
Doesn’t that mean i’m good enough
Good enough to be loved, cherish and wanted
Maybe he do thinks i’m good enough
Maybe it’s just me
the trauma from a child, damn i can’t believe
believe that i’m good enough
believe that i’m pretty and beautiful
Their goes those two words again, not used to them being thrown at me
DAMN, he thinks i’m beautiful, but i can’t really see,
Or maybe i just need glasses
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Keyshariaa (
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- Comment from author about the poem: NEVER LET NOBODY TELL YOU THAT YOU ARENT ENOUGH… YOU ARE 100% ENOUGH
- Category: Reflection
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NOWWW THIS POEAMM IS THE EXACT DEFINITION OF EXCELLENCE!!!!
yasss we are proud!!!
we are black and proud and I'll be damned if someone else tells me otherwise!!!
Thank you so much
NOWWW THIS POEAMM IS THE EXACT DEFINITION OF EXCELLENCE!!!!
yasss we are proud!!!
we are black and proud and I'll be damned if someone else tells me otherwise!!!
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