Eye of the Beholder

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 


 Rock your confidence like no other. 


Had my head shaved when I was younger, my head scarred, my stomach has the wounds of who Hydrocephalus thought I was. 


“You are ugly” I would hear, and it would bring me to tears.  


Black and Indian, they make me, who I am. 


Years later, I let my long hair down.


Put on a cold shoulder, and my tattoo say peekaboo.   


Hip- hugger jeans to outline my hourglass. 


Ruby red paint would  line my lips. 


Made my own earrings, to let the world know I’m making a statement. 


I still have, Hydrocephalus,  Low Vision, 
and Autism. 


I am beautiful as I am, my scars, imperfections, and disabilities give me confidence.