Dear Ima

If you would see me staring at my reflection for too long

You would see the fear in my eyes, the fear like in a storm

If you would hear the things I tell myself

You'd tell me I'm not wrong

But you'd know that I already knew it all along

You'd know how much I loathe myself

You'd know all my insecurities

Dear Ima, am I that hideous,

For you to tell me what's under my sleeve?

If you would see me staring at myself in the mirror

You'd know that it's not admiration, it's not self-love at all

You would know how much I hate myself

If you'd see the way I look at myself

You would find yourself in there

You'd see the way I look at my reflection is exactly like your stare

Dear Ima, am I that hideous?

Am I that bad?

Am I a perfect reflection of yourself when you look at me like that

Dear Ima, are you happy? Knowing I hate myself too

That you're not the only one who hates themselves too

Dear Ima, am I that ugly for you to look at me like that?

Would you tell this to that little girl who you'd let ride on your back?

Would you tell this to the baby you once held in your hands?

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