Den~eyed

This is my continual struggle with myself and society..

I can accept that you don't expect much of me
Not even for me to achieve victory
I can accept that you don't believe my comprehension doesn't go past your imagination
You don't believe I graduated from any school of higher education
I can accept that, I accept with out my self-esteem, maybe I could be of great value and substance
I hold my head in shadows and I panic in the company of your arrogance
I accept the image in the mirror, it may not be pale, cherry, or slender in physique
But it is the closest image I know to beauty, the fullness of my nose and lips, it's UNIQUE
I accept the curves in my hips and bust as I do the copper bronze tone of my skin
The brittle, stocky candor of my hair as it whisp across my face and chills my soul within
I accept it all even though it doesn't accept me
I'd give my life, my fortune, my all so me and my struggles can die in harmony