Crown of Roses

Mon, 06/11/2018 - 08:14 -- Yasmin_

Each thorn digging into my scalp

the loudness of the blaring red roses 

and the peoples' oh's and awes

as the admired my crown.

I feel pretty

Thorns piercing into my mind

I feel pretty

blood dripping into my eyes

I feel pretty

beauty is pain in disguise

and even though I know that, 

for a moment

as sweet words deafened me 

and acceptance numbed the pain,

as admiration blinded me

I felt pretty enough to face today. 

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