You said I looked beautiful,
but I knew I wasn't perfect.
You said I ought to let my nails grow out,
paint them a pretty color.
I did, but you never looked at them.
You told me to wear something pretty,
I wore a sparkly blue dress,
and you did not come to see me.
You told me to wear something sassy,
but you were never around to rip it off my body.
You said you loved my curly hair,
but every time I wear it curly,
you're no where to be found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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