Raindrops soaking her clothes,
Once again she stumbled.
Annonymous whispers she heard,
Being judged for everything she did.
Her curves that she didn't mind,
Her skin colour that she didn't decide.
Self love was never selfish,
Well the ones pointing were women too.
She then stopped for a while,
She them cluelessly looked around.
Little did she realise that,
A lot she left behind.
A deep thought screamed in her mind,
Crying was always for weak.
A wise once said,
Crying was not for a weak,
It was a brave and courageous,
With no hint of giving up.
Raindrops soaking her clothes,
Once again she stumbled.
Annonymous whispers she heard,
Being judged for everything she did.
Her curves that she didn't mind,
Her skin colour that she didn't decide.
Self love was never selfish,
But the ones pointing were women too.
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