My friend and I went into a rock store the other day.
She gazed upon all the pretty rocks that were on the shelf.
All of them were non polished and unique.
She mentioned how beautiful and dofferent they were.
I look at her;
the same person who beats herself up for being unique and "not polished". But when I looked at her, all I see is a jewel like the one she's holding her hand.
Yet she compliments a rock,
a heartless, non living Rock.
She beats up herself because she's unpolished and no one wants an unpolished girl
They want to girl who is like a porcelain doll. One without cracks
They want an mature person who carries herself properly.
But you can't have an older porcelain doll without a couple of cracks.
We sell rocks that's unpolished
just washed straight from the ground. That has edges,
has cracks,
have deformities,
and discoloration.
Those rocks sell for thousands just because they're unique and real.
But when she, my beautiful best friend, my jewel, tries to be real,
society turns her down and dumps her to the curb.
Making her hate herself and judging herself for the same reason why we love these rocks.
She hates her beautiful living body.
Yet we cherish rocks from the ground.
Rocks that you could get anywhere if you just dig deep enough.
But when we dig deep enough in a person,
we break them.
Why can't we love others the same way we love rocks?
because they're real,
because they're not polished,
because they come in different sizes. Why can't we love a human being with a heart?
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This one was really personal. My best friend beats herself up all the time because she's not perfect. Everyone is perfect in their own way. You are loved, you are worthy.
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