I don’t need a fairy godmother.
I don’t need a slipper.
I don’t need a prince.
I don’t even need a compliment.
I have everything I need to be beautiful inside me.
This is not supposed to be one of those inspirational poems about bullshit.
I’m not trying to inspire you.
I’m not trying to inspire anyone.
I speak the truth.
I am beautiful, and I know it.
A lot of times I’m sick, and I make mistakes.
A lot of times people just can’t accept what they don’t understand.
Fine, I’m trying to accept that.
But on my terms with myself, walking in my shoes my entire life, never switched no shoes with nobody, I know myself, and love it.