My poem Called Different

Im starting to  see things differently 

 That some shit don't  seem to impress me

 I got jealous recently because a dude that i fucked when i was depleted of self esteem 

 Wants someone that i know

 He wants to wine and dine her, but i wasn't worth more than a fuck in the park

 Jealously is an ugly thing but it remains that im starting to realize what it really was

 I was jealous because i didn't love me

 I didn't want anymore from myself

 I allowed him to use me like i used him for an temporary fix 

 Never realizing that i could permanently fix myself 

 That i didn't need to fuck guy after guy

 Settleing for nothing, because at that moment i thought even less was better than I deserved

 I was my own worst enemy, working for free 

 Destroying myself just because i was afraid of loving me

 Why go against the normal people when they dont love me either

 But as i stated before im starting to see things differently 

 And this new person, that i have been on the path to becoming will love everything pound on this body

 Every inch of stretch make that  draws a Beautiful picture on this body i will show it

 Ill let my voice be heard and my presence be known 

 Cecelia loves me and it will be Shown.





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