Written on 13/04/2021
Unsure of where to position yourself
The illusions of a choice of only two options
Pins you down to a spot where you must choose to except this side of beauty or pale in comparison
Dispel such thoughts as your curls grant another candidate to run that race
Branches stem from this tree of life
Your crowning glory
My sister you are beautiful
Don’t feel the burden to hide behind another
The rose and the sunflower both have their arrays and they shine gloriously
Each have a part to play
No definite one runs the show
It is but an illusion to dispel your worth
My sister you are beautiful