What I show you is not what I am.
What I appear to be, is not my truthful identity.
I am not someone to replace.
I am not just a pretty face.
I am not my hair.
I'm not someone who needs to be repaired.
I may be broken,
but I'm not a token
for you to use whenever you get bored.
I don't need your pity
or to be told I'm pretty
I am not my fancy clothes.
I am not my collection of beaus.
And if you can't see who I truly am,
then you might as well scram.
-Brianna Cecille Blades
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In the Afternoon
PoetryCHRONICLES OF CROWN AND CASUALTY BOOK 3- Everyone wished they were like her. The definition of propriety and popularity. She wore wildflowers in her hair... A collection of poems by and about the Lady of Lancaster.
