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I ..... feel.... Pretty ...... Now
Me:
Every day when I go
to school and I see
beautiful girls with
sun kiss blonde hair,
beautiful dark, gloomy,
silky black hair,
alluring hazelnut brown hair.
Stunning diamond colored eyes
that glistened every time they smile.
I can't help but think to myself why
don't I look like that.?
I brush my teeth
brushed my hair
take a straightner and
watch each black curl disappear
without any fears
girls at school say boys like
girls with longer hair
it’s always better.
I slowly, carefully, tenderly
apply makeup so my face
becomes powdery
and clear. .I look
in the mirror
trying not shead
a tear as I smile
I’m a pretty girl now ….
I ran my hand through my straight
black hair and bat my colorful eyelids.
I notice him looking at me , while he
talks he walks over. He looks at me
he really , looking at me. I’ve always
wanted him to look at me, talk to me,
walk with me, smile at me like ....
like I’m pretty. And he finally is but, I don’t
understand why after how long he finally
notices me. He looks at me like he never seen
me before .
I walked over to the sink I cupped my
hands and held as much water has I possible
could . I run my hands through my now wet, curly ,short,
black hair. I don't care if my hair is curly or straight ,
I grab a razor and walked over and handed it to my mama
and said “ shave my head.” Her beautiful lightly colored emerald
diamond eyes looked confused. I repeated it again
“ I mean it shave my head.” as I hear the sharp vibrating humming sound
I looked straight forward as I felt each curl fall on my shoulder.
I ran up stairs and washed off all the curls off of me, I wiped the steamed mirror
and look at my reflection. I wiped off the makeup, I Washed away the masquerade, I washed
away the mask and saw the face I was hiding.
I tilted my head to the side
I looked in the mirror and
I asked myself “ Do you feel pretty ?
I didn’t make a sound, I listened to
the quiet sounds of my thoughts..
I looked in the mirror and smiled
“ Yes.” I hear each person smile tells
their own individual story . I want mine to
be different like me .

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in this poem it talks about how a young girl struggles with finding her inner beauty and how we all are beautiful in are own way.