WingSpan Poetry Project


Who Will Find You Beautiful If You Do Not?

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One hand holding tight my other.

I’ve had to be my own best friend.


In times when I had no other but myself

to laugh, cry sing, dance, love; no other

to let myself know I’m beautiful,

to say I’m doing a great job

to cry and let it all out.


At the end of it all

to let myself know that everything

is going to be ok! And knowing that

I’m always going to be here for me

never leave myself nor

hurt myself in any way.


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