Would You Still Accept Me?

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Would you still accept me,
if my sheet was only one layer thin?

Would you still accept me,
if my face was scratched or burned into skin?

Would you still accept me,
if a pound changed the curve of my body?

Would you still accept me,
if I blurred the red out of my lips?

Would you still accept me,
if my brain was wrecked and I knew nothing?

Would you still accept me,
if my job went wrong and I worked ‘til morning?

Would you still accept me,
if my flaws were everywhere to be seen?

Would you still accept me as whole,
if every piece of me started to get old?

Would you still accept me as whole,
if all my dark secrets started to unfold?

Would you?

Because if you were it all, I would.

© Muthia Huda 2021