For The Beauty That Is Me.

Am judged by my looks and body.

Am rushed like a piece of meat.

Waiting to be butchered .

Am told am not beautiful.

Unless I get the attention.

That makes me important.

My brain is down graded.

My heart is broken down.

My self esteem is left to rot.

How do I compete with the ways of the world.

When my mind is asked of its existences.

If I fall I seem weak.

But if I don't I seem unfair.

From the beginning of time.

I have been taken as a price.

Always and forever be for the highest bidder.

Used and dumped and allowed to mend,

The pieces of my heart.

I have always taken what the world threw at me.

Made the mistake of what others thought of me,

Be the death of me.

But am beautiful no matter my shape or size.

Am different because of my thought of mind.

Am unique no matter what anyone says.

For I am a girl, a lady and a woman.

                 Diu