I am ashamed when
I feel confident in the way my
hips sway to the beat of the breeze.
I am ashamed when
my cheeks turn a rosy
pink when someone
compliments a physical
aspect of me rather than
my ability to capture the
poems dangling on the
edges of the stars.
I am ashamed that
whenever a girl feels
happy in the way her
body moves or the way
her smile curves or
how she has beautiful
silky hair or how she
doesn't throw herself
under the bus of insecurity
-- it is all claimed as egotistical
rather than
