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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Modesty... What exactly is it? Is it covering yourself up like a nun? No! It is being confident It is being strong It is being SEXY! It is showing the world That you are beautiful It is putting on your best dress Standing in the mirror Twirling around in circles And saying "Damn I look good!" But then you are met by a chorus of evil words Slut Conceited Bitch Do you think of anyone but yourself? Why is this? If we think we look good we are called names We are met with the same If we find ourselves ugly Pathetic Annoying Attention whore Stop complaining! We can't love ourselves But we also can't complain We must stay quiet Hush, hush, hush Silence our bodies And numb the heart Teach our backs to take each bite of the whip as a blessing Each lash cutting deeper and deeper Until our bones become raw and exposed Until we no longer feel pain We are stone We do not cry We never scream Because we've stitched together our lips In fear of saying something offensive Because even though we stuff our ears with cotton To soften the blow of the sticks That beat on our eardrums We still can't handle it We shrink into dark corners Placing our heads between our knees Telling ourselves Breathe, breathe, breathe! But our lungs have been replaced with gills Like a fish out of water We flop around until we are still Like statues Cold, hard, dead But what kind of life is that? What kind of life is it to be shoved into that box That box of conformity That box telling you to love yourself but not too much Because then your suddenly better than others Your head is held just a little bit higher You stride just a little bit longer Our voices are just a little bit louder Than those that try to bring us down But that's the way it should be Do not confuse confidence with arrogance Do not confuse happiness with pride Do not rob me of the right to love myself No matter if my stomach make a good pillow to rest your weary head on Or my thighs touch in the middle And if the opposite is true still let me love myself Because that is all you have I don't mean your body Because when our times come That is broken too I am talking about your mind Your heart Your eyes and how they twinkle when in love Your smile and how it spreads happiness to everyone you see This is true modesty Total abandon Some people call it reckless Foolish Careless But I call it beautiful Brave Strong Confident Being honest with yourself while shutting out the lies It what real modesty is all about!
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