Individual

For the man who doesn’t really know himself; I don’t envy you. For the man that doesn’t like what he sees when he looks into the mirror, I feel bad for you. And, for those all about the physical; gain a little self-esteem. I mean when did you become the image of who I’m supposed to be. How’d his impression make mines bow out? And why... why should I let him determine what I’m worth to me? It’s like seeking self approval from another being ... I just can’t authenticate it. Man in spite of all his imperfections judge me, please; tell me what I should look like, please; persuade me HaH! I think not. Listen to me well... I like the sound of that... I ... see how beautiful that is. I make decision, just ones; my own ones. No man persuades I, pushes I, or manipulates I. I gotta be me!