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May 2014
People tell me I'm gorgeous but I don't ever believe it

They say I possess so much beauty but ion never see it

It's sad that I can't even see the pigment of my skin

Yes, I gotta admit its painful to not be on the outside...

It's hurts to not be the one looking in,

Instead I'm looking out , out my eyes and into a glass

A glass that says "I look nice",

and a heart that says I'm worthless

Why is it that way ... I'm curious ?
Why is it that you see size three and I see size 11 ..
Why is it that looking at my self is painful...
Draining..
Call me insane but we don't feel the same

Say any compliment or kind gesture

and I will still think differently of myself differently
because no matter how much you tell someone they are beautiful they must feel it themselves
I have always struggled with loving myself. Self Love will be my greatest accomplishment when I achieve it.
Tamera Brown
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Tamera Brown  ~ Richmond
(~ Richmond)   
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