Reflection
That's the only thing she sees
That's the only thing she hears
As she stare at her reflection,
Thinking she isn't beautiful
As she stares at her reflection,
Thinking she isn't enough
Why can't she see that she is beautiful
Why can't she see that she is enough
Why are her capabilities limited
Why is she limited to stereotypes
Why does she limit her self to social media
Why does she stare and compare
Can't you see that true beauty lies within
Can't you see that,
the reflection isn't what's inside
Why can't you see that your smile lights up the room
Yet you choose to keep it hidden
She stare blankly at the mirror,
hoping her reflection will change
What she doesn't realize is
BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
I hope this poem inspires many girls out there who base themselves off their beauty. I hope you all realize that y'all are beautiful irrespective of what anyone says. True beauty shines from within.
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