I am beautiful. Not because of my long hair, or bright blue eyes, or even my freckles on my flawless skin. I am beautiful because of who I am. I am strong, I am independent, loyal, honest, kind, adventurous. I treat others with respect and kindness, I am selfless, and I help and I forgive those who have wronged me. I am beautiful. I am beautiful because, throughout every hard struggle in my life, every trail, broken heart, cry. I have picked myself up, dusted myself off, and continued on my path. Despite everyone that has shut me down, I never stayed down. To those that tell me my flaws as if I am not already aware of them. My imperfections are what make me a perfection. I am a working progress, but already a masterpiece. I am Beautiful.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
