A infatuated boy once told me-

“I've never seen a girl like you before.”

That was a lie because

Beneath my summer dress

The souls of a hundred maidens remain

They live their stories through me.

Every time they want to break free,

I earn a scar.

My skin has scars long enough

To reach Mars

But I still show my thighs.

Covered in denim, surrounded by floral-

I remain untouchable.

Beautiful, but easily shakeable.

Like a flower dipped in liquid nitrogen

I am pretty, but so easily breakable.

Like a sunflower, I have yellow,

On my teeth,

But I still smile.

Now, I am pretty,

In fifty years I will be pretty.

Every flaw, every sad maiden within me,

Make me pretty.