Pretty
Love Yourself
This is hopefully a poem about having confidence in yourself , having self belief , trusting the friends and family who love you and not giving time to unconstructive critics and spiteful haters. We all make mistakes and we either have to make amends or forgive ourselves although sometimes neither solution is an option, but always look for positives and hold on to those.
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You are the prettiest star ,a delight
Look in your mirror and see your beauty
You know Your faults , they make you so lovely
You’re a pleasure to know, a perfect sight
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We don’t want you to hide, please be yourself
Feel free to go wild ,sit down or be quiet
Just think what you want , do that it is right
Hope that you join us, come down from your shelf
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“I am so pretty” now shout it out loud
“I am perfectly beautiful” , now smile
“I am loved and successful” , Hear that sound
“I am pretty and happy” , Queen of Style
Say these lines to yourself every day
You love yourself more , Your cares Fall away
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