Not Through My Eyes. Poem by D.A. Woods
Not Through My Eyes.
The censorship of your skin,
hides beauty deep within,
painting masks to make you look good tonight,
magazines teach you to bath in phosphite.
You buy their lies,
you starve your cries,
all of this for a better you?
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Wayne Bowen
14 January 2010
Nice work. why hide behind just be yourself and be more appreciated.
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4/27/2024 7:16:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the first two lines are amazing