Her braid falls softly to one side

Silently she listens,

She’s always been good at that.


Arms crossed,

Trying to thing,

About a better tomorrow;

A better today.

She only sees the world in black and gray.


She is beautiful,

She is perfect,

She is herself.


Cut after cut,

One day,

She will understand;

If only she listens.




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