There is nothing wrong with you
There is nothing to be ashamed of
Every curve of you swirled
To perfection,
From the angle I am sitting
You're a gift
God himself gift wrapped
Down to your toes
It doesn't matter
how much time passes.
You have to be present
to open It
Be proud of everything
you feel Guilty about
Unravel the ribbon
And show the world how
Beautiful you are
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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