Not Always Beautiful

Wed, 02/22/2017 - 19:19 -- bdevin

Tell me something

Am I too much for you

Too loud for you

Too little for you

I have realized in just a short 17 years

We are not who we think we are

We are merely images created by magazines and ads and models

When does reality end and fantasy begin

I look in the mirror and I no longer see a happy fresh faced woman

I see an upset and dirty person

I see anger and fire and rage

All I do is try to scream through millions and I am not heard

I preach and I pray and I march

But what good is it when ignorance is so much louder

I cannot see what the future holds

All I see is me

America the Beautiful

This poem is about: 
My country

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