To the girl
Who told me
I’m too ugly to make it
That you need looks to survive,
I used to believe you
My life was miserable.
And then one day
I stopped caring about what others thought
And the world became my oyster.
I’m successful,
Despite what you said.
Now it’s my turn
To tell people how to make it
But the difference is
I’ll make sure they hear words of encouragement
And don’t suffer like me.
I hope
That you’re doing okay
In this world
Where what you think matters,
Doesn’t.
And that you made the world your oyster too.
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