The mirror tends to be
the harshest critique.
Self-love feelings towards
myself with a hint of doubt
make me feel hideous in my
Comparisons with others
make me wish to be another
Forgetting that all my scars,
trauma and defects were intricately
placed by the divine God.
Yet insecurities still make me feel
This poem was inspired by the song Naked by Ella Mai
Her beauty is alluring when she walks by.
/ Her smile is noticeable miles away, while
/ gracefully walking in her stride.
/ My sole wish is to adore her.
/ I guess it is imagination
/ running away with me.
/ I ask the heavens to make fate play
/ its part. I want her to be mine.
/ To hold her hands in read more »