I will accept
That my body isn’t slim at all
That my complexion isn’t so smooth
That my hair isn’t so lustrous
That my nails aren’t so pretty to look at.
I will accept
That my voice isn’t melodious enough
That my gestures aren’t feminine also
That my eyes are no 20/20 vision
That my nose isn’t small and cute.
I will accept
That my thighs are as big as a young log
That my arms aren’t slender
That my teeth aren’t perfect like pearls
That my skin isn’t as fair
I will accept
Everything that is me;
What makes of me;
What identifies me;
What made me, ME.
1 comment:
what a humble poem, syah. :)
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