This is Me
What you see is what you get, no heirs or graces it’s me.

This Is Me Marie381Uk
No heirs, no crowns, no velvet lie,
I walk beneath a plain blue sky.
No mask to wear, no part to play,
I show up real, come what may.
I don’t fit boxes built by men,
I’ve broken rules and laughed again.
No borrowed light, no need to bend,
I’m woman first, not here to blend.
Pink fits me fine—it doesn’t hide,
The softness that I wear with pride.
But don’t mistake it for retreat,
There’s fire still burning at my feet.
So judge me, love me, look or pass,
I won’t shrink down to suit your glass.
I fill the space, I claim my name,
With every flaw, I love the same.
You’ll find no script, no practiced plea,
No polished lie—I’m simply me.
And if that’s too much—turn away.
I’ll keep on shining anyway.

About the Creator
♿ V+ Marie381Uk
Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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