This is the poem about Beauty standards and how it affect people, especially the insecure ones, hope you like it
The beauty standards rise up above
Like me confidence going down below
I have dreams to fly like a dove
But I am put down because I am not perfect enough?
Every girl I see feels artificial
Like a barbie but its controversial
They make it seem so easy
Why do I have to be so lazy?
The curse, a reminder of what's been lost,
A life constrained by the relentless cost.
So, let us embrace our flaws, our scars,
For they make us who we are, by far.
In imperfections, there's a unique grace,
A testament to the beauty of the human race.
Let us find solace in the imperfect lines,
And celebrate the curse that in our heart shines.
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RandomThis book thingamajig is filled with poems, reviews, and podcast episodes, so feel free to read it. Naa paakura oru sila vishayamum idhula yeludhuven, almost like a dear diary, Idhula here and there oneshots and SONGSHOTS main ah varum. Controversia...
