Love every inch Love ever curve and scar Love the body that carries your soul The soul that thinks there should be a goal, a goal to be perfect Because the World has told it so
They say you're too skinny Then they tell you you're fat Your mind wants to blow What have we done to our world though? Why want us to suffer mentally? living up to societies expectations Fake photos, and photoshopped ******* Why make us all follow their fake idea of perfection?
I am more than just what meets the eyes, No one else has my skin, my body, my hair, my mind and me all together I'm unique as I am I will ignore their definitions of "beautiful", Not going to hide under pounds of makeup, Not going to hate myself for not looking more like them, and not going to hide from the world I WILL BE BOLD AND GO, Let them all see who i want to BE, instead of the mask they wanted to see The mask covering up the real ME I will stand up straight, I will keep my head up high, For me and all of society Praying one day, this will all be over with That we will stop defining "beauty" I will fight for our right, Our right to live as how we are made No more being afraid
/ I wonder / there is any app in / play store to photoshop a / broken heart to restore / to liven it to lighten it / to brighten it to straighten/ it to apply filter to color, /to faint the scars and/ to crop the / unwanted / one .
fun with shape poetry.....and technology... photo editors.....haha
I’m slowly falling apart, but all I can think about, is holding the pieces of your broken heart together. You are the rain I keep dancing in and I see no use in being under an umbrella. I’ve somehow forgotten the lyrics of my favourite love song. Slowly sing with me and help me remember. All I want to do is help you appreciate love’s panoramic view. All I want to do is know you better and move closer to you. There are millions of poems and words, but none can explain my love for you. Give me something that I can hold on to. Give me something that cannot be defined. Help me build up my faith when I’ve lost the spirit to believe. Provide my lungs with sufficient air to breathe. Show me the pictures of you that haven’t been Instagram-filtered or tainted with Photoshop. Teach me how to slow dance to the rhythm of your heartbeat. I’m less interested in seeing you “dropping it like it’s hot” or showing me all the bad things that you’re not. Let me be more than just words for you. Let me be more than just hands that long to embrace you. Let me be someone you can relate to. Someone your family and friends would love to be introduced to. Someone who can find the hidden words in your silence. Let me be the peace that heals your wounds of violence. Let me be the piece that completes your complex puzzle. You are everything to me. If only you could realise that, if only you could see.