Not a conformed idea of a biased society
What comes natural is my true beauty
The way the sun caresses my cheek is right
Without make-up I am an essential sight
I’d rather set my own characteristics
Be my own prejudging critics
Comfort is found in the wear I like
Discomfort comes from those of others I dislike
Passions I possess are blessed gifts I embrace
Aspects of my persona(s) my fingers lace
Despite culture, gender roles, and religion I
Follow my lead
I block out burdens, being determined I succeed
The way my hair blows in the air is true
No processed scent takes over my skin, so new
Inspiration from others do not define my presence
Only my thoughts speak as references
I ignore the urge to want to be within
In their shoe, my foot does not fit in
My happy trigger will only be set with my satisfaction
Others are just the addition to a lifetime of manifestation
Not written or illustrated by those
I…Am…Me
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