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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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