will my words continue as a story?
will I remember your priceless smiles?
you gave them to me
I'll never forget
the best gift I could get
will my voice be heard loud and clear?
will I be seen as I really am?
will they straighten my hair?
paint my face?
to keep me from looking so out of place
hide me behind an artificial, superficial image
warn me not to get old
this is my story
every story has folds
there is comfort in a familiar color
or in a familiar melody
can I sing what I want to...
or will they stop me?
I don't know
they'll want me to be pretty
am I pretty?
I think I am in ways
but I doubt they'll see it that way
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Beautiful. A very agreeable poem. Like the flow and the ending. The last line says a lot. Beauty is an opinion, and often opinions are manipulated by others. If anyone including yourself sees you as pretty you definitely are. Great poem -Kylie M. Lynch