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Mar 2014
I am not the dress that I wear,
the designer heels I throw on,
the amount of skin I show.
I am not the pale complexion,
the lipstick I have on,
the size of my waist.
I am not the insults you throw at me,
nor am I the compliments --
the opinions.

Dig deeper to understand.
The feelings, beliefs, and thoughts that belong to me.
Definitions are not simple, and neither am I.
Acacia
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