I look in the mirror
As I think to myself
Why can’t I look like somebody else
Fit in that dress
Or you’ll look like a mess
Curl your beautiful straight hair
Or you will be stared
Choose a different outfit
As long as they like it
Our standards are high
Maybe too high sometimes
But I’ve got an easy one
Unlike everyone else
And it’s for you to love finally yourself
The Swerve 
Great poem! You should submit more to the Swerve, Julianne!
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