you tell me
that I am not who I say I am
I ask you how you know
you reply
I ask you again,
how do you know?
how do you know what I am
or who I am?
I am not defined by my body parts
or my feminine eyelashes
or my long hair
I am defined by myself
and my definition is beautiful.
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This probably made no sense but when do I ever?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Late Night Thoughts
Poesía["I'm lost in a forest of thoughts and the trees are in flames."] Poems of some sort and thoughts and feelings and questions that will never be answered. Highest ranking: 73rd in poetry - 23.2.16 *cover made by @-misadventures*
