I was a broken toy Cast aside by so many people Whenever they'd pick me up, I'd smile and hope they'd accept me But they never did

Over time, I learned that I was no good to anyone No one wanted me I could only look forward to being thrown away

Then one day, you came along Picked me up and looked me over And said, “She's not broken, She just needs a little love.”

You took me home You cared for me and loved me And showed me that I wasn't broken That all those other people were wrong I did just need a little love

It might be a long time before I really believe it but we've got plenty of time So thank you for giving me A little love

#Poetry #Love #Kindness #AcceptingOthers

You made an image and gave it my name You tried to capture me but it wasn't quite right

When you learned this you got angry “Why isn't she like this?” You asked yourself And you took it out on me

You never loved me You loved an image of me That you made up

That's not my fault

I'm kind and snarky Loving and anxious Flirty and cuddly And so much more That you will never know Unless you get to know me instead of that image In your head

Know all of me Accept all of me Love all of me

#Poetry #MyBeautifulSky #Love #AcceptingOthers

There’s so much about me to know All of it, I’m willing to show But you aren’t going to take the time to look Only flip through your outdated book

It’s the cool kid table You know the one I mean It’s the one with the people that just fit in naturally

I was so excited to see you that I jumped for joy and squealed But when I ran to greet you You backed away in fear

Among the changing leaves The pumpkins, the corn, the scarecrows Something different came along something we didn’t understand

This world is full of possibilities Of people that look different It's not enough to ignore them To say “Not my problem” They will still be there If you don't help them Will anyone else?

What makes my home beautiful? Is it the trees or the flowers? Perhaps the riches and wealth The innovations that revolutionize Or the muscles it can flex What about the ideas it has? The intelligence or creativity? The works of art, the masterpieces

If you look closer, you'll see It's none of those things It's the people

Some people have a monster in their head It lurks in the shadows Creeping around in their nightmares Telling them “you don't matter”

We look into the dark We can't know what's there What changes lie ahead Just beyond our vision So we squint and speculate But we can only do so much Until we venture down that dark tunnel