Imp

Maybe you weren’t meant to be beautiful
Forget poems calling you pretty too
Maybe you were meant to enjoy your ugly
And embrace your unfine face and love it
And if people called you names and laughed at your face, all to make you cry sore
“If they want to give you a name take it make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.”
You, embracing you as you are without any embellishments with it
You, loving yourself without lying to yourself that you’re pretty,
That in itself is what is beautiful
You may as well enjoy your ugly too

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