With hair like silver and gold,
Eyes deeper than the ocean,
And bluer than the sky,
Eyebrows in an ideal arch,
A perfect nose,
Straight and center,
A breathless smile,
Well-built, flawless in stance,
Endless grace,
With a dignity brighter than the sun,
And love for only himself.
Mousy hair,
Eyes like flat, black paint,
And small smile for only her mother,
Quick clumsy steps,
Perfect grades,
An infinite vocabulary,
A kindness for everyone,
And she still looks in the mirror,
Hating herself,
Waiting for an impossible change.
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Great use of imagery. Great write and great visual! This is art!