Beautiful Me

April 28, 2012
You say my eyes are dull.
I say they are the beautiful vibrant grey of the sky just after it rains.
You say I am pale.
I say I am the beautiful ivory of the years first snow.
You say I am stupid.
I say I am beautifully knowledged in a way you would never understand.
You say I am scared.
I say I am wounded in a way you would cry in agony from...
And my blood is the beautiful scarlet red of a just bloomed rose.

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