What Made Her Beautiful

When she flipped her hair, 

and the clothes she would wear. 

When she would make friends with strangers, 

without the fear of danger. 

When she got her heart broken, 

and kept his gifts as a token. 

This is what made her beautiful.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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