A Mess Read Count : 58

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I am proud to be a mess. 
Here where we’re all measured by success.
Hours and minutes that add to our daily stress. 
Yes, I’d say I’m truly blessed. 

Where women are equal to the size of their dress. 
Falsified images pretend to show others at their best. 
Those who wear a mask, attending places they’d rather not be a guest.
That’s me in the corner, where I’m proud to be a mess. 


© 2017 Dell Anne Raye 
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