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The world looks at me, and calls me fat
I look at me, and see a nauseating mass of flesh.
The world looks at me, and calls me stupid.
I look at me, and see someone who will equate to nothing.
The world looks at me, and calls me a failure.
I look at me, and find no words that can equate to my disgust.
The world looks at me,
and it calls me fat.
It calls me ugly.
It calls me stupid.
It calls me a failure.
I sit there.
All alone in my corner.
Listening to their lies.
Fat. Ugly. Stupid. Failure.
Fat. Ugly. Stupid. Failure.
Then I hear something
Something strong.
Something comforting.
I can’t ignore his warmth.
He’s calling my name.
He's calling me beautiful?
He's calling me intelligent?
That I am worthy of love?
That I'm worth more than gold?
I sit there.
Alone in my corner.
Listening to their lies.
Fat. Ugly. Stupid. Failure.
Fat. Ugly. Stupid. Failure.
He's calling me beautiful.
He's calling me intelligent.
That I am worthy of love.
That I am worth more than gold.
I'm listening to him.
I'm accepting his love.
I'm trusting in him.
I don't need the world.
I don't need it's lies.
I need him, and him alone.
The world looks at me, and calls my name.
Fat. Ugly. Stupid. Failure.
Fat. Ugly. Stupid. Failure.
He looks at the world.
Strong, beautiful, and loving,
He rebukes them.
He tells them that I am his daughter.
I am beautiful.
I am intelligent.
I am worthy of love.
And I am worth more than gold.
(C) KatyJ 2008.
I'm a freshman at Houghton College, majoring in intercultural studies and education.
I'm learning to be expressive (hence the poem).
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but im pretty sure they will eventually accept what you want to do and just live with it
if u dont mind me asking
i wish i could move out
but im not old enough
but i will be in about 3 years
our you moving into your own house??