Of all the things that a woman does
The most tragic one I think, is how she often undervalues herself
Many at times she measures herself from the eyes of the world
Not knowing that it is blind to the light inside her, just like she is
Take a break, look in the mirror
Look at the soul inside you bustling with love, waiting to shine
Why do you stop yourself from being anything but you?
Why in your sane mind would you chose to unsee a light so bright?
Why do you forego the amazing being that you are
Trying to match the mediocre standards that the unhappy world hands you?
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