To be.....

Society hates what is natural about me.

Being....
Ideally, one of the simplest tasks to accomplish
To be is to awaken
To be is to breathe
To be is to grow
To be is to feel
But to be is not as simple as it should be
I could say that difficulty of being oneself is a new concept
But just simply and truthfully being has  never been easy
To just be me has never been accepted
To just be you has never been loved
The way I awake, naturally, flaw - fully, truthfully is not the way I am allowed to be
The blackness of my body, the toughness of my skin
They hate them, they hate me
 The tiny black hairs that stand out of my legs, the curly course stubble from underneath my arms
They disgust you, they anger you
The pale streaks across my stomach and breasts, the subtle dimpling of my thighs
Do they taunt you, haunt you?
The roundness of my tummy, the heavy weight of legs
Why do you fear me? In all my naturalness
To be shamed for these things is to be shamed for being......just simply being
Why do they teach us to hate......to essentially hate ourselves?
Is beauty really hairless, colorless, flawless?
No, beauty is just to be you.....just simply being me.
Beauty is to be.