'You look pretty.'
They finally said.
She smiled,
Careful not to meet their eyes.
Because her eyes never lied:
After all those years
Of calling me ugly?
All those times I
Broke my mirrors
When it told me the truth?
All those times
I used to walk with my head down,
Praying under my breath,
That you would not call names,
After all those years of
Putting on so much
Make up,
That today,
Even I have forgotten
What the real me
Looked like.
'Thanks'
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Poetry'I wanted to speak oceans, but only told you a drop.' #itsnotaphase {Started on Jan 10, 2017} {Ended on April 1, 2018} #1 in poetry (when the ranks used to actually matter) for 365 days (and more).
