Closer to Me by Envy Ray
I walk fast, head down, feeling the weight, Like everyone’s watching, deciding my fate. I feel like I’m always one step behind, Like I don’t belong, no matter how hard I try.
My body’s a battle I never sought,
Wide shoulders and edges I’ve always fought. The mirror, a game I can’t always win Some days I feel closer, some days I give in.
Fear creeps in like glass underfoot,
Opening up feels like being misunderstood. Eyes shift, smiles fade, rejection’s near, So I hide away, avoiding the fear.
Still, I hold tight to the strength I’ve grown,To the beauty inside me I’ve always known.Those who see past, who see the true me,Will feel the light I know they’ll see.
I wish I could tell them this wasn’t for show, It’s not a choice just to go with the flow. It’s survival, it’s silence for the storm in my mind, A way to feel peace, a way to feel kind.
Some days, I don’t feel right at all
Even with makeup, the cracks feel small. Some days, I hide from the world in bed, The weight of the world still heavy in my head.
But each day I rise, each day I try,
Closer to the me that I see in my eye.
The day I began, hormones set me free, A puzzle piece falling into me.
Yet still, the panic, the chest so tight,
The worry that I won’t look right.
But I dream of a future where I’m whole, Where the world accepts my body and soul.
If I could tell my younger self, I’d say,
“It’s okay to feel lost, but you’ll find your way. We’ll make it, we’ll survive this fight, And every day, we’ll feel more right.”
Being is the hardest thing I’ve known, But I’ll keep fighting til I’m fully grown. Until the world sees what I’m meant to be, Until I see the full truth of me.
In the quiet moments, I remind my heart I’m no less than anyone, I’ve played my part. Still breathing, still growing, still here to be, Closer each day to the realest me.
View Me by Araceli Ramirez
“Araceli” a beautiful baby girl
She has waves of chocolate brown hair
Chocolate brown eyes that glow gold in the sun
Beautiful caramel skin
Deep pink rosy lips
How beautiful she is
But why can’t she see these things?
“Im not light enough as the rest”
“I must cover my eyes with a blue lens”.
“My hair must be pin straight!”
She always exclaimed.
“I can’t even imagine of how the others view me”
Too Young by Jei Enloe
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why am i always the odd one out
black sheep
family outcast
why can’t you be more like your cousin?
she’s everything i always wanted to be
when my golden hair
hung past my shoulders
and a smile was painted on my cheeks
when i saw some good in it all
i dyed my hair
“people pay good money to have your hair”
so?
is it so bad to be different?
that shirt is too short
i’m sorry you can see my stomach
that swimsuit is too small
i’m sorry my scars make you uncomfortable
you’re too young to have tattoos
ask me why they’re there
but you won’t
you’d rather stay oblivious
to the pain that flows with the ink
it tells stories on my skin
you tell me i’m too young for tattoos
i’m “too young” for a lot of things
the ink portrays my maturity
showing my struggle to the world
like medals of honor
not fatal battle scars
i’ve come this far
ive met the real me
why would i stop now
cause im going where i want to go
The Hoot 
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