Violet

If you were to ask Violet who she was from her point of view,

She wouldn't see what you saw, she would just say to you;

Violet was less than your average girl.

She didn’t have what most girls had

She didn’t have that sparkle in her eyes,

She didn’t have a gap between her thighs.

She didn’t have a drive to be better than anyone,

She didn’t have the confidence to be a "someone".

She didn’t have a noticeable collar bone or chiseled-like chin,

Despite her desperate need to be considerably thin.

But if you were to ask anyone who knew Violet from their point of view,

They wouldn't see what she saw, they would just say to you;

She had an uncanny sense to see more than your average girl,

She was strong, despite all the wrong in her world.

She had dreams, big ones, bigger than you can probably project,

She was so incredibly beautiful, the type of beauty the mirror couldn't reflect.

She had a different kind of smile, one would even stop and stare,

She was so bewildering, not even she was beware.

Violet was more than your average girl,

she didn’t have what most girls had.

That is why it is never good to compare,

from cheek to cheek, nor hair to hair.

Because you see violet wasn't like your average girl,

she was a different kind of beautiful you don't usually see in this world.

But due to the immense pressures of today's society,

Violet never truly saw what everyone else did in quite variety.

Making her feel wrongly worthless, making it much easier to say goodbye to the world along with its stress,

All because she didn't feel "pretty", like that girl in the magazine, in the dress.

She compared and compared herself piece by piece,

Until the day finally came when we said, "Violet, may she rest in peace."

-Nicole Torres