I'm not the rose they call true love,
I'm the leaf ignored, not thought of.
Not the moon they call so pretty,
I'm a star, just plain, not witty.
I'm not a beauty from book tales,
A sidekick lost, where memory fails.
Not the rhythm in a poet's song,
I'm free verse where words belong.
I'm pretty, but not quite enough,
For poems, diaries, heartfelt stuff.
Just an ordinary girl, unseen,
In a world that's harsh and mean.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2024 08:09
- Comment from author about the poem: And when I read descriptions of books, covers of magazine.... This is just how I feel.
- Category: Sad
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- Users favorite of this poem: aDarkerMind, Qurrathul Ain.
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a very touching write Meera Nere
Thank you so much aDarkerMind☺️
The view is different from here.
Would like to know about it........
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone: The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes put out a good smell.
I'm horrible lol. I'm not the rose, I'm the thorn! heehee. (me being daft).
orchidee, I thought about that but since everyone is becoming thorn. I gotta be different.😁❤️
Powerful and poignant.
Thanks u☺️
If you’re not “beautiful” then you’re more likely to meet your true love. Ain’t that something?!
That's kind of a new POV. Thanks☺️❤️
Meera, I was 17 in 1992, when the supermodel got her fame, and they truly were.super beautiful and then came Catherine Zeta Jones a heart of gold with Beauty beyond imagination right in front of all of us young impressionable girls, thankfully I never compared myself to them but yes my self esteem as a young impressionable girl was bashed, none of us could compare, I remember well, I truly had admiration for them all, I used to visit Harrods on Saturdays just tomsee the famous people these type ladies and on occasion i did, I'd stand in awe . Now I'm much older and we have the influencer using pretence using their phones to actually make them look perfect, personally I prefer the real face of a person, we grow older and that's a beautiful thing. Catherine Zeta Jones, suffered a nervous breakdown of sorts because she also felt she had to be something that was on the cover of a magazine for many years. What I'm trying to say that of course today's world is full of beautiful people but most are photos that have been filtered. I believe we should all just embrace who we are and love what we see in ourselves, even a photo on a profile may not be true because some cannot show the truth of fear they wont be liked, but that's the world we live in where we have to compete. A wonderful subject that if was used in schools would truly make a difference to the self esteem of many many thousands of young people in today's world and it would also provide a great explanation for why in the media and even on things like Instagram all the people are supermodels, well done. You are in fact a rose 🌹
Thank you so much for sharing your experience. I have felt this way ever since I got 12 or so. When I am constantly told the whiter the prettier. I am the only dusky person in my family. So I have often got comments from relatives, friends and even family "You are cute but you would be prettier if your were a little fairer" "Choose colors that lighten your skin tone" "Use this and that". And I even gained weight in teen years coz of hormonal changes. So I developed this phobia of mirror. I felt I was the ugliest person alive. But I have started to realize even dusky skin id pretty if you take good care of it. And I lost the weight as soon as I entered 16. Though I still struggle with it. And sometimes it gets hard when someone else reminds, You are not pretty just coz you are dusky. But I am trying to accept slowly. Your comment was really evocative. Thank you so much.....❤️
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