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I will never again

apologize for being 

beautiful; I will 

enhance it and

wear it with 

the utmost dedication

like a solider fighting

for the dew drops

that gather on

violets left 

to the sun

I won't pay mind

to the jealousies

sprouted from

vindictive but

wholly miserable

mouths that gnaw

for angry relief 

I won't succumb to vanity

cruelly casting aside my decency

batting eyelashes bashfully

I will not give in to Beauty

Malevolent gift; I will

not starve my soul 

To drudge through

the fading light 

of the setting sun

mourning a lover

dead and unfaithful 


  1. i wish all girls could feel empowered to love their beauty this way.

  2. I do too...I guess that's why I wrote it.


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