For the pessimist I’ve always been
For all the times I felt intimidated by society
For the many times I told the person in the mirror she’s ugly
For the million times I let them strip you naked of your confidence
For the times I allowed them to see a misfit
For the million times I let overthinking caress me, seducing me and making me a whore of my own thoughts
For the times I felt imperfect
For the many times I punched my potential and hid it in the depths of my heart because it tried to break loose
Dear self,for all the times I did injustice to you by listening to society, I am sorry
Dear self I am sorry because even as I write I I’m still a prisoner of what people think
© Blackgirlpoetry 🌼
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