Beauty

Bleeding ink 

crying out a lullaby of pain 

red fiery hair 

they say she's insane 

burning inside

outside's much the same

she is what we call beauty 

is she real or a game 

shrouded in darkness 

while parched from the light

the sad thing 

waiting to drag you into the night 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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