Plain Jane - Poem by Tracey Owens
Plain, feels as though nothing is special about her.
Just simple and ordinary.
She is unremarkable to herself.
She thinks nothing great about herself.
Others see her as more than plain but she can not.
Others will say she is beautiful, but she sees herself as plain.
People see her as gifted, but she sees herself as ordinary.
She calls herself a Plain Jane.
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