Suzy writes

                   What defines beauty? I am beautiful with my freckles, dark circles, acne, and scars. My skin texture doesn't define my beauty. Neither the color of my skin. I may not define an ideal beauty parameter but ain't no skin shaming can distract me from my true ambition.  I am not flawed, I am one of a kind. Sometimes I go through hormonal changes and my skin flaunts it. And some of us are just blessed with genetics. Why is it socially unacceptable to go through internal changes? And who sets the beauty parameters? What exactly defines true beauty? My skin doesn't hinder my capability.  I am not lacking in any aspect. I equally contribute to serving Mankind. Why is there so much hatred regarding skin texture and color?  My beauty lies beneath my skin. And I will not hesitate to flaunt my imperfections. I ain't gonna cover my scars, they are as bold as my choices. I will use no filters to hide behind the camera. I will walk out in confidence with my bare skin...

A poem called "YOU" Dear you,                   Thank you for going through thick and thins together for all these years. To me, you are an old book that stayed with me the longest. I have read you over and over countless time. But every time I think now that I know you, you always surprise me with a new chapter. Today, I'm reading this book again turning page by page several times.  You have never failed to console every reader that passes by, but they push you away. In a cold lonely night, you comforted them with your warmth and love. Sadly, not many realized your worth but you keep watering the sand hoping the flowers to blossom. As I read your stories, I smiled often and cried many times. All the stories you tell me makes my entire day just pass by. I fold the corner and read it every night, till it wears out I will keep reading.  The story I couldn't see, can you tell me about it now? I don't have a sad face but I'll not even try to laug...