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Skin Deep

She judges herself by her skin color
She judges herself by the size of her chest and back
She judges herself by the words she keeps hearing from the society which does not embrace natural things unless it is a sunset or a beautiful scenery
The spots on her face stain her heart more than her face,
they’re too dark to her self esteem more than they are to her facial color
She is forced tie and dye her hair,  a sprinkle of orange or maybe brown,
maybe I never understand colors but how I wish
How I wish she could understand that beauty is not skin deep
Well, that is a cliché if I approach her and tell her so.
She abandoned her self esteem on a rocky place called society
which she thought could ask her ‘oh flat African girl, what is the secret of keeping a petite body’
Instead the boys would rather not have the courage of talking her self esteem up
But have more courage telling her that she’s ironed
I do not really understand where we got these terms
Naaaah! I’m lying, yes I do
And she feels insecure each day about her looks
Calling herself savage on social media just for consolation
Calling herself the queen of memes because she could not be happy about her appearance
but us laughing at her memes calms Ugly Betty’s heart
She gives herself pseudo names because it feels like she too is a stranger to her own body,
She does not like it
Is low self-esteem a disorder?
If the answer is yes, is it curable?
I bet you society have a good one to explain that too
Because the writer of this piece has suffered from complex ones,
I do not think self esteem can be categorized as a mild disorder to him
Because the writer of this piece hates women-
the ones who feel too good about themselves
and the ones who feel too insecure about what they look like
He believes that being created in His image
we are all supposed to keep normal
If you feel too good about your looks, do it to you
Because you are the reason somebody thinks she appears more beautiful in the dark
Because she does not have to see herself and judge it all by her

-script Amwanzo (Tamsus)

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By Misfitpoetry

I keep hearing voices in my head, they talk to me, they understand me

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