Who said you look better slender?
If only you were a bit fairer?
You're so ugly I couldn't guess your gender.
Your skin don't look the slightest tender.

Spoken words that destroyed us.
Hitting our soft spots far worse than a curse.
Exposing cuts that held words we don't want to discuss.
A part of us that was made such a fuss.

But you know, all this noise.
About imperfections without balance or poise.
Are nothing but that which devil deploys.
To strip us from the blessings we should enjoy.

Be aware and do not neglect,
That yes, you are perfectly imperfect.
Do not let the short strands affect,
The overflowing joys that are decked.

A shape you own with content.
Not to suit the latest trends.
To protect and not resent.
For it is sculpted with the best accent.

The shade your flesh takes is different?
Well stand out with indifference.
Let's not talk about being concurrent.
Let your colour speak your confidence.

Inner beauty now seems like belittling.
Are they pitying or mocking.
Am I dumb believing,
That a pretty heart is deserving.

Listen here and give me answers not smugly.
What exactly is their definition of ugly.
Who said such and such characteristics define abruptly,
Your worth and gem abundantly.

Opinions of others really don't matter.
I swear, neither should their compliments flatter.
For if you study carefully all their chatters,
You'll see it's only bite-sized wisdom they spatter.

Beautiful inside out you are through the flaws.
Know that, with or without an applause.
Never should you let your tendencies withdraw.
With a smile on your face, let that hate thaw.

With limitless affection,
Embrace your perfect imperfection.


© dh_irah✨🦋