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
As the disease causes havoc
/ across the world, souls being
/ purged. Appreciate the little
/ moments, smile with those
/ that love and hate you.
/ Embrace those that consistently show
/ you the meaning of love.
/ Hold tight to your beliefs whether your
/ GOD is in heaven, within you or around you. sign in to read more »