Picture courtesy www.masks-wigs-and-costumes.com
Underneath brush
Strokes and subtle
Reminders of tips
Of coloured pencils
Sits a face yearning
To breathe,
Tired of looking at
Sunlight through the eyes
Of a kaleidoscope of colours
And expensive dirt.
Befriended only by
Mirrors and bathroom
Walls,
Waiting,
For that day when
She’ll walk naked among
The multitudes and in between
Short gasps of breath and
Overpowering excitement manage
To speak these words,
I am beautiful.
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