
Maybe She's Born With It...
for the gallery, i choose my mask:
when i am LO-FI everyone envies my eyes as green as fields of clover
when i am SIERRA my skin is as soft as cotton
when i am EARLYBIRD my pallor is masked in summer glow
when i am LUDWIG other girls admire my face as fresh as morning dew
when i am ADEN i radiate golden light
when i am WILLOW my friends tell me that i'm a classic beauty
when i am NORMAL . . . the gallery has no words to offer.
absent of the mask, i am UNREMARKABLE.
This poem is about:
Me
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