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Jul 2020
Sometimes I feel too big
And other times too small.

Sometimes I feel too short
And other times too tall.

My face within the mirror,
Why must you be so round?

Why must you look so ugly when
You smile and when you frown?

Tiny teeth that don’t shown when I speak,
I will you large in vain.

And hair why must you be so short?
Unruly little mane

Skin of mine, you are too dark.
There’s no place for you here.

No place for you in beauty or love-
You have much reason to fear.

Body and face of mine, are you mine?
I start to disconnect.

In a world where other girls are so very pretty,
Why did God make me this wreck?
Savonte
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Savonte  22/F/Georgia
(22/F/Georgia)   
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