Father, are you proud of me?
I never had you in my life, but I still love you
You never wanted me in your life, but I want you
Imagine how hard it is to not have you in my life.
I have friends who grew up with a dad.
I wished I had you so I had a story to tell about you.
I wished I had you so I can tell my friends “yes I sat on daddy’s lap”
I never had a male role model in my life,
I did not understand how to deal with this
One day my mother sat me down and talked to me,
She had told me “Honey im sorry but he didn’t want you in your life and you have to accept it”
I cried all day and all night, because I realized that he didn’t want me.
At night I think, would everything be different if you were there?
You could have seen me grown up and be proud of me.
I needed you when my mother wasn’t there.

(3rd person)
They say the eyes are the window to the soul
But why are hers closed?
Did they shut her eyes?
Did she do it to protect herself?
With each snicker and giggle they get drawn shut more and more
With each word growing like a moss on a tree, she gets more and more immune
They still impact her
Their knife stabs her repeatedly in the back
But there’s no pain
She doesn’t feel anything
She’s become numb to it all
(2nd person)
You never understood the concept of beauty.
I would tell you, but you didn’t understand.
2 years later and you still didn’t believe me
You would always tell me that you thought you were bland.
You said you heard that when you search synonyms of “imperfection”
That the words “blemish” and “sin” have some sort of connection.
I noticed you would run home,
Allow the tears to fall,
Allow your thoughts to roam,
Realize you can’t put up with it all,
All the pain scratching at your skin
Hoping that when it’s over, the happiness will begin
Filling your mind and your scars,
Replacing the sorrow you see in the stars.
And still, I would tell you 10, 20, 30 times
Wanting the thought to consume you.
(1st person)*
I never understood the concept of beauty.
Someone came up to me and said
“you are beautiful.”
2 years later, the thought still didn’t wrap around my head
I mean, what is beautiful?
I never felt this way, being told I wasn’t
To the point where the word wasn’t suitable
I looked in the mirror saying no, it can’t, it doesn’t
I looked in the mirror and saw things I wanted to change.
I looked in the mirror and I only felt pain.
It all changed when I heard a laugh.
A laugh so loud it confused me
Because I thought it was beautiful, that laugh.
I ran home to my mirror to see,
Am I beautiful?
And for the first time in my life,
I told myself yes, I am acceptable.
I repeated this 10, 20, 30 times, like a knife
Breaking the barrier of insecurities.


Understand that beauty is perception.
The definition of beauty changes everyday,
There is no exception
To being beautiful, there are many ways.
Someone finds your laugh,
Your intelligence,
Your thoughts,
Every little thing you don’t like about yourself,
Beautiful.

When i was 12,
I never understood the concept of beauty
Someone came up to me and said " You are Beautiful."
But, what is beautiful?
I never accepted the fact that I, myself, was beautiful.
I never felt beautiful.
I was told I wasn't to the point where I believed that I wasn't.
I looked in the mirror and believed that's all i couldn't be.
What I thought was that my reflection because everyone around me had told me I was beautiful.
So when I looked in the mirror, I only saw things that I want to change.
I didn't feel beautiful.
When people say that God made no mistake, I had the urge to raise my hand and say; what about me?
I felt like a mistake.