Under Selection

March 25, 2012
I look at my reflection 
There is always  a selection 
Of who is beautiful 
Or who is distasteful
Looking and staring
Wondering what I am
Who I am 
Were I stand
Looking for my future
But holding on to the past
I hope this feeling doesn't last
Hearing  what I am
And  who I am
And were I stand 
Hearing distasteful words proceed from ones
Feeling down
Feeling worthless 
Feeling darkness 
But My heart is pure
And I am ready
Training for more
Training  for words that mean nothing but ash
No one can slash
I  not any one's  pet nor am I their slave
I am brave
I am I me
You will see
I my not be beautiful, or thin as a stick
But if I would have to pick 
I would want to be me
And only me
Because I am unique
No madder what they my think  

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