
She was a hurricane storm, but she didn’t know,
She only knew the gentle breeze that she owned.
She was strong, but she didn’t know,
She only manifested the vulnerable her.
She could pretend feelings, but she didn’t know,
She thought only being real melted hearts.
She was a bad bitch, but she didn’t know,
She cared for others’ feelings more than hers.
She was beautiful and pretty; she didn’t know,
She heard and accepted only what society told her about beauty standards.
She could be anything
She is everything
And nobody’s validation estimates the hurricane or gentle breeze
that she is or whatever she will ever be.
😍😍❤️
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