You are not your age,
Or the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the color of your hair,
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You're the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you've cried,
You're the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you're all alone,
You're the places that you've been to,
And the one that you will call home,
You're the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You're the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
You're made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all things you're not.
"You're made of so much beauty,
ReplyDeleteBut it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all things you're not."
i love this
This reminds me so much of Madisen Kuhn's poem "Who Are You Really?" I got a signed copy of it and framed it in my room. She is an inspiration to me, and now so are you.
ReplyDeleteWow. Wow. Wow. EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS. Beautiful!!!!
ReplyDelete"But it seems that you forgot,
ReplyDeleteWhen you decided that you were defined,
By all things you're not."
This says so much about self-image.
"You are your croaky morning voice"
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