After years and years
Of being subjected to abuse
I've finally learned to see
Who I really am
This is my self portrait
In the form of words
I am not ugly
I am not valueless
I have piercing eyes
Of many colours
That are equal parts
Beauty and vision
Clarity to see through
Your deceitful lies
About who I am
I have full, pink rosebud lips
That form a smile
For those deserving
That forms words
Either soft
Or biting
Depending on the recipient
My hair is wild
In frenzied waves and curls
And frizzled fun
I no longer try to tame it
To look like yours
I no longer colour it drab shades
To look like yours
I no longer subdue its true colour
Of dancing flames
To blend into my background
Because you blend into yours
I was born to stand out
Even if you were not
It saddens me
To look at myself now
And know that my uniqueness
Was hidden away from the world
For so very long
Because you were jealous of it
It saddens me
That you don't have a self portrait, too
You could have one
If you only learned to see
But that's no longer my problem
I am a burning flame now
Fire that was extinguished
For far too long
Just so you could shine
I am the candle
My hair is the flame
It lights my way
And I've not only
Learned to see myself
For what I truly am
I've also learned
That I don't need to
Put out the flames of others
So I can shine brighter
I learned that I glow
When my loved ones glow
I learned that
Kindness
Is beauty
Love
Is attractive
But hate
And spite
And jealousy
Are hideous
And grotesque
It deforms
And mangles
And I learned that
By seeing how ugly
Snuffing me out
Has made you
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
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I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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