Who ever gave you the power
to tell me that I am not capable,
because I am a woman I cannot be successful
and still be beautiful?
What ever gave you the impression that I needed
you to tell me that I am beautiful in order for me to believe it?
Why must you go to all these extremes
to tell me who I can and can’t be?
Where does it say that I need to look
just like every other woman out there?
When has it ever been wrong for someone to be
To see the world in a different angle.
To love something that is a little different
To have a face that doesn’t resemble another
To not cover up every single one of my flaws.
I am not them. I am not you. I am not her.
Nor will I ever be.
Fighting myself to believe that I have been right all along.
Y’all don’t know.
Although, you’ve always been wrong, I thank you.
For exposing me to the truth.
I know now where I stand.