Dear L;

Words trickle down,  
dripping drool  
from ignorant lips  
 
They seep into your skin  
they stain your clothes,  
           your soul
 
You hear them in the hallways,  
you hear them in the house  
Kid,  
you hear them in your head.  
 
You're infected, darling  
trained to hate imperfection, dear  
lift your head a little higher, darling  
you're more than you see in the mirror.  
 
Compliments fall flat  
tripping on the tangles  
of low self esteem  
 
You've heard the lies for so long  
that the truth seems like  
a cheat  
 
Twist your head a little farther, beautiful  
Pop it off  
so you can see  
 
You're sunshine,  
not rainbows  
'cause your colours  
blend true  
 
You're morning  
not night  
'cause your tears  
sparkle like dew  
 
You're going places, kid  
you just gotta believe in you.