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Be you!

The world sold me honey coated lies
And I bought them without realising why!
I never stopped to ask, l never saw
where was I heading towards?
I was drawn towards what seemed fancy,
I did stop once when I figured I had it all.
But lo! the idea of fancy disappeared.
They laughed at me and called me  trash
And I wondered, was I a fool or the world a mess?
I looked at them in disdain, my blood all cold,
My heart trampled and so was my soul.
Damn girl!, you are pretty in your skin.
Your flaws are your perks which sets you apart
So stop as you read this, stop being someone else.
Stop hiding your freckles layered under a cream.
Let your hair run wild,  free it from pins
Your chapped lips require no tonic,
Your scarred hands look striking.
It's okay to fret over eggs which got scrambled
It's okay to burn a toast which you wanted golden
It's perfectly fine when your coffee tastes bitter
You were not born to sweat behind the stove
So ride your bike, go hitchhiking
Be what you want to be!
Wear your smile, you are a sweet heart.
You are your best without being the rest
No more lies may feed you
No more may you feel tired of being you!

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