Brilla

Your light beams from the highest mountains to the tallest skyscrapers

You don’t notice it, you don’t believe it

“I’m not good enough”, “my hair is too short”, “he likes tall girls”

You are luminous

Your light beams in their eyes, and you don’t know it

What your father said isn’t true

What your obsessive boyfriend said isn’t true

You are worthy

You are luminous

Brilla como la estrella que eres


Another short poem.

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