i remember a time,
when i was young,
about the age of twelve,
i came to a realisation with myself.
i was entering a stage of puberty then,
trying to figure out what was happening to me,
made things difficult you see,
especially,
when you have no one to talk to about these things,
not even your family.
what made me come to the realisation that i was ugly,
was the emphasis of that word placed in my life,
as i was growing up,
by my mom and dad.
it made me feel weak like a mouse,
when they always reminded me of how i won't grow to be beautiful,
or the star i someday wished to be.
and so i faced reality,
i allowed that word to sink deep inside of me,
seeping into my heart,
mind,
it made my life a misery,
i hated the reflection i saw on the mirror,
because i couldn't stand the fear,
the mirror inflicted on me.
i grew up believing that i would never be pretty,
or somebodys,
somebody.
until i met you,
my friend,
my brother,
lover to the end.
you gave me courage to believe in myself,
that i was a beautiful creation of God,
and that God placed me on earth for a purpose in life.
through you and God i found a greater love like no other,
and those words of pain no longer mattered to me anymore,
God loves me just the way i am.