Tabitha Christie

Tabitha Christie Poems

She said, “I’m not Pretty”
I don’t have perfect hair
I don’t have straight teeth
I don’t have perfect vision
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He’s a heavy weight champion boxer
He has all the glory and all the fame
But what you don’t know is that
His wife left him because she thought their marriage was just a game
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I see you in the halls
Your that kid that walks with your head down
Your that kid that wears glasses
Your that kid that can never have a smile, but always have a frown
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18 years old, running through a field of wildflowers together in the summer one last time before he leaves for the army.
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When I was born, I got a little box.
Inside this precious box sat life
so delicately.
It was the most beautiful thing I had
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Fear, the state of being afraid.
That feeling you get as if someone is throwing a roundhouse kick right into your side.
The shadow that covers your head that always makes you want to hide.
Trying to decide whether you just had a heart attack or if its just your heart pounding on the jail walls of your inside.
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Its like a dream that I don't want to wake from.
Standing there with him, lights up my life like the sun.
I cherish every moment we are together.
He is my Knight in shining armor.
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She was only 20 at the time.
Not knowing what to do, having shivers go up her spine.
They were going into a depression, her family couldn't support her, so she had to leave them.
Standing on the corner under the streetlight so dark,
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Tabitha Christie Biography

18 years old from Alaska and is in love with poetry. It speaks to me.)

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What Is Pretty?

She said, “I’m not Pretty”
I don’t have perfect hair
I don’t have straight teeth
I don’t have perfect vision
I don’t have a skinny body
I don’t have the height and
I don’t have tan skin
“I’m not pretty” she told me

The magazine told me,
I have to have perfect hair and get highlights
I have to have ruler straight teeth that are white as snow
I have to have eyes of an eagle
I have to be underweight
I have to be tall enough to touch the clouds, and
I have to look like a Brazilian baked sun

The magazine told me if and only if I have all these then,
I am pretty
She said “I am going to be pretty”

She told me,
I dye my hair more and more blonde each week
I got braces to get pin straight teeth and professional whitening to get pearly whites
I got blue colored contacts to correct my vision and change my eye color
I started smoking cigarettes and doing drugs so I would be skinny
I wear high heels everyday so I will be tall as the models
I go tanning everyday and I look orange, its great

She had me look at the magazine and pointed to what it said and she told me “I am pretty”

When I look at her, I don’t see pretty, I see damage
I see hair that is falling out that looks like chemotherapy
I see holes in your pockets from your dentist bills
I see colored contacts from China that made you go blind
I see your raspy voice, black lungs, and your brittle ribs showing from your drug addiction.
I see your broken ankle from too high of heels, and
I see the cancer on your skin from being baked in a sun oven

So to me I don’t see “Pretty”
I see an early death awaiting to happen all because of a magazine.

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Crystal Smith 27 January 2012

GOOD POEMS.LIKE THEM ALL

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