Treasure Island

Shamone Adams


Beauty


I Am Beautiful
because nothing in this world can take away my right to feel Beautiful.
I was down so low as I look at myself and I saw that I was not a size five I am a size eleven and I feel Beautiful.I use to cry myself to sleep at night wondering why God made a person like me that felt so alone inside and out and now I feel Beautiful.As I changed they way I dressed after I was done with all of that stress I finally relaize that I Am Beautiful I Am Beautiful so no more crying at night no more thinking that I should be a size five why Because I Am Beautiful

BY Shamone A.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 13, 2009

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  • Jim Norausky (1/13/2009 11:32:00 PM)

    Shamone. Nice poem. Thanks for sharing. Yes you are, your words come through.
    All the best. Jim (Report) Reply

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