How many likes does it take for you to be beautiful?
How many pictures do you have to delete before you realise your favourite celeb goes through the same things as you?
How many times are you gonna re upload your most liked picture? Just to get likes quicker.
How many times will you step in those heels just to add 100 filters to a heart, I mean a face that’s already concealed before your realise they never fell in love with you. They fell in love with your editing skills.

See I’m not here to tell you you’re beautiful, I’ll let your favourite singer or your friends do that. I just wanna know how many people’s opinions you need before you believe that.

Cause what’s 100 likes when there only one person you spend your evening with? What’s 50 favourites when your favourite can’t get through to you, cause you’re more concerned about what the other 49 think? How many likes does it take for you to be beautiful? I’m not here to tell you you’re beautiful, I’ll let your favourite singer or your friends do that. I remember the day when my brother brought a girl home; I looked at her and thought she’s a 4 out of 10 at most. See I didn’t tell my brother because the way his face let up every time she was mentioned made me question my perception cause what’s 100 likes to the joy of you bringing that one person home?

I’m not here to tell you you’re beautiful, I’ll let your favourite singer or your friends do that. In a generation where everyone’s too busy trying not to get hurt, to fall in love. I dare you to sign out. I dare you to trust. I dare you to fall in love with the people who are falling in love with you and ignore the ones who haven't.

I could, tell you you’re beautiful but if that’s where your identity’s found what happens on the day that you’re down? And you’ve run out of the makeup that enhances your smile. Does that mean you’re less of a queen, because you had rust on your crown? See
I once saw a guitarist play with a broken string and Ronaldo do stepovers with his shoes off. It’s then I realised their beauty weren’t in their instruments, it was in their being to play their role even when they should stop.

So, when all is said and done and this poem becomes nothing but a memory. At least remember that 100 likes doesn’t set you free. I’m not here to tell you you’re beautiful, I’m here to tell you that everyone’s got an opinion but only the ones that find and hold on to you can set your price. We’re like gold in the ocean, diamonds in the sky.
True.