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Take away my cover up
Take away my mascara
Take away my eyebrow definer
My eyeshadow
My experimental eyeliner
Take away my bright shoes
My worn jeans
My plain shirts
Take away my meek braid
My “no trouble here” glasses
My introverted skirts
Take away my appropriately timed nods
My empathetic sighs
Take away my cocked head
My inquisitive third eye
Take away my not so voluptuous curves
My elbows that could slice butter
Take away my jittery hands
My ever present stutter
Fill the oceans with the blackness of souls
Take away the lives of all things marine
Cut down the history that forests carry
Take away the seemingly infinite shades of green
And all that’s left is a girl trying to figure out what beautiful really means
This poem is about:
Me
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