Half the time
The mirror smiles at me
And the other half
Breaks because of me
Torn between the complexities of me
Imperfection,
Why should such a cruel word exist?
Beautiful,
Why should a word so magnificent be spoken so seldomly?
Why should I,
As a woman compare and contrast?
Why should it matter what size certain body parts are or are not?
Is the heart, the soul, not all you need?
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
Half the time
The mirror smiles at me
And the other half
Breaks because of me
Torn between the complexities of me
Imperfection,
Why should such a cruel word exist?
Beautiful,
Why should a word so magnificent be spoken so seldomly?
Why should I,
As a woman compare and contrast?
Why should it matter what size certain body parts are or are not?
Is the heart, the soul, not all you need?
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