How do I love myself when I look in the mirror and see all of my flaws scrawled in black ink
when the others around me the ones I look up to the ones I strive to be
have faces likes pearls and stones unblemished and victorious
The ink does not fade
it seeps to the bone
No matter how hard I scrub, the skin that collects beneath my fingernails is clean
how can I look at myself at my black and bleeding face and demand the same amount of respect?
wear more foundation