Beautiful - Poem
By Ariel Kurtz, student, SUNY Empire State College
April 5, 2017
My whole life by the opposite sex I have ever called:
I was taught that beauty was supposed to be an inside thing.
But I knew it was an outside thing.
I knew I was not beautiful.
A while ago you walk up to me and call me beautiful.
What does that word really mean?
I have always had trouble believing I am beautiful.
I am not defined by the things people say to me;
But I cannot wrap my head around it.
A boy called me beautiful:
But it does not make me whole.
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