Sometimes i have my days when i feel beautiful
Walking around the streets of newark confidently strunting like it's no tomorrow
My personality speaks more volumes than anything
Pretty lil lightskin thick from my hips to my lips
Stretch Marks, Battle Scars and all can't do it like this
But I can the devil whispering
"Your fat"
"Your ugly"
'Nobody will ever love you"
"Your disgusting"
I have my times when i just break down and cry
Hear all the whispers of people from the past and present shaming me not letting me accept me for me
I been caution with my weight since i was young
Had people tell me i was too skinny or too big
There is no such thing of being the perfect to me
Because nobody will truly be satisfied
Honestly had enough of me stress eating
But if i don't stress eat then that leads to me cutting
I can still hear the voices in my head saying
"Do it" "Do it" "Do ITTTTT!!" you will be doing everyone a favor
You be letting yourself and everyone free from captivity
I can hear the devil laughing in the distances taughting me
I never felt fully beautiful just always half-way with it
There were times when i just wanted to end it
Beyonce said some facts in her songs
But the one line in her song that gets to me more than anything is
Pretty Hurtssssss.......
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Pretty Hurts
PoetryThis poem is about how society portrays "Beauty" and how the media media and even some celebrates have high standards when it comes to having a certain look or size how perfection is the way to live, how the only way you will be accepted in society...
