• Baybie_Rawr
  • Okay guys. I don't use this account anymore for those who even care. I've created a new OP called Bombthatasian. I'm going to transfer all my poems over. Just letting you guys know, so I'm not accused of plagiarism. I'll be deleting this account very shortly.

Me

I'm not a size 2
Sorry that i wasn't born the way you wanted me too
But the fact is
I like my hair , my lips , my waist , my hips
if you don't like how i look then please turn away
no one asked for your negative judgement
i may not be your image of "perfection"
your image of perfection is a dolled up , make up-fied brainless zombie that struts her stuff in a tight shirt , short skirt , and one that likes to flirt
my opinion of your image of perfection is about as stereotypical as they get

Sorry if this surprises you ,
but i love my hair , my lips , my waist , my hips
i love myself from my head to toes
not to sound narcissistic
But i love myself , all that i am
my mind , from the way i like to grind

you may not love how i look ,
who i am , what i will be
but i don't care your opinion
what matters the most is
what i think of me
of i

because at the end of the day ,
i'm not lookin' at you in my mirror
i'm lookin' at me
wide hips , full lips ,
a girl that is super clumsy and always trips
so you may take your negative opinion of me
and throw it into the ocean
let it sink , and watch an extinct megalodon eat it

because i'm not lookin' at you in my mirror
i'm lookin' at me
with my wide hips , full lips ,
pierced ears , highlighted hair
a girl that finally learned how to stand on her own

because i'm lookin' in the mirror and
i had to check twice , because
i saw a different girl this time around
I didn't see the girl who was reachin' to hold onto someone's hand
i saw the girl that was ready to take on the world

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

Baybie_Rawr’s Poems (20)

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Title Comments
Unexpected encounter 0
Me 1
A bit woozy 0
Humanity 0
Through 0
Insanity 0
Moon 0
Mountain 0
Family Love 1
Winning me over 0
Tatiana 0
Call my name 0
Don't tell Mama , Shh Shh 4
Game 2
I thank you 2
Smother 3
Nine Eleven 5
Come Back 1
My fault 4
Will I ever be? 4