Saturday, January 5, 2019
Who I am not
And then I look at that mirror and I see who I am not. I am not a slave nor a princess. Life has not been easy and I fight to survive. I am not an object of pleasure nor an ornament in someone's table. I am not graceful nor sweet, although Sometimes I could be. I am not elegant nor fancy, no skinny and not talI, and definitively I am not rich but if I see someone in more need than I have, then I give from my nothingness. I am not the idiot you think, if you fooled me is because I choosed to be fooled. Love does things like that. I am not perfect, no one is, but I strive to be better...I am not wise but I hope to be...someday when I grow up...
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