Go, flee and don't listen to anybody else; you've got the freedom
You have me, said the Lady Liberty
Keep exposing your imperfections and your beauties
You should never be ashamed 'cos it's I am Aphrodite, your mother
Skinny or Fat; who cares?
You can bleed regardless of whether you're black or white
With scars and cellulite, I walked along the street
Selfies in the midst of pimples and acne
I boldly stand in front of you, with a perfect smile and teeth.
I'm my own Queen
You're the Queen of yourself
Seeing myself in the mirror gave me more confidence
My imperfections are exquisite;
My beauties are exotic, because it's me;
I am the magical mess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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