Underneath the sadness of loss
Underneath the anger of pain
Underneath the sorrows today
Underneath this time and space
I am pretty.
Under the dark circles of no sleep
Under the expression on this face
Under the mask and eyes so glazed
Under these square shoulders stiffly framed
I am pretty.
Underneath the contempt for all
Under the biting poisoned words
Underneath the hard line I draw
Under the muttered bitter curse
I am pretty.
I am pretty.
By Ruth L. Rivers
June 1,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem