Survivor
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Category : Poems
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I dare society to call me ugly.
I've stood in the mirror
While listening to voices
Whisper of heaven, hell and terror.
I've listened to my heart rejoice
When I thought of the end.
It took years, but
Now I know that I'm beautiful-
A star in my own universe.
How can primitive standards hurt
When I survived the worst?
(Haven't posted in a while.)
