Babygirl, they'll spit hatred all over your name. They'll say the wildest things to fit their imagination, but still, be you. Be the girl who desires the things deemed unwanted my society. Be the girl that sees the beauty in the darkness and the ugliness in the light of day. Be the girl that makes the trends in the hallways of the crowded school, the girl that dares to open her mouth when summoned. Be the girl that think silk is the Lord's gift of fabric, let it grace your skin. Be the girl that loves all, but is passionate about the things she hates. Be the girl that breaks the borders and overcomes the barriers. Be the girl that twirls her hair around her chubby finger, applies too much lipstick, and the girl that wears way too much pink. It's you girl. So you might as well embrace it.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
