Since childhood, I knew I wasn’t pretty.
I knew I wasn’t like those other beautiful girls in my neighborhood and in my school who were frequently praised and adored by anyone who saw them,
I knew I wasn’t like all the girls I took pictures with and all the girls I played with,
I knew I wasn't like those whom I could confidently replace their names with pretty,
I don’t have their beauty, their perfect eyes, perfect nose, and their smooth skin,
As for me, if there is any other name that could suit me, then it must be ugly,
I knew I wasn't even pretty like anyone close to me, not even my sister, because the sound of us being related upset dozens,
I knew even if I was anything but not pretty.
About the Creator
Nanash
The scars that married my body left bruises so deep that the mind is constantly wandering to derive tranquility. In my unique way, I take you along a journey into the echoes from my mind.
Comments (4)
My mother used to say beauty is skin deep. She encouraged us to work on our inner beauty.❤️ We grew up with a majority of white people and as a Native American I was made fun of. Lots of racism. Lots to heal from as an adult woman. ❤️
Omgggg, this was soooo relatable because I've always had this thoughts as I was always bullied. I'm so sorry you felt this way too 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Nice work. Question what was the trigger for this story? You peaked my interests. :)
A great poem! And I think you’re pretty!