Some days,
She stands in front of the mirror
Eyes full of self-hatred
She threw words like knives
Knives so sharp, it cuts deep.
Oh, how she loathes this creature!
Then, the tears dried
Taking with it,
the blindnes of the soul
Insecurities turned to uniqueness
The crown became hers
Do you know why she smiles
When you mock those uniqueness
Becasue she conquered the greatest journey
SELF-HATRED
Idayat.sanni
