You're not one of these people they call pretty.
You're not handsome, you're not tall
and your dress size isn't small,
your skin isn't clear and your eyes aren't blue
and when it comes to your hair there's not much you can do.
When you walk it always looks a bit crazy.
And when you sing no one calls it amazing.
You're not the smart one, the fun one, the loud one,
you're the weird one, the quiet one, the no one.
And you know "pretty" isn't what counts down the line
but damn, you'd wish to hear "You're so pretty!" sometimes.
You're not the one they notice.
You're not pretty, not how they define "pretty".
But once you laughed so hard you coughed five minutes straight
and you peek into presents, 'cause you just cannot wait
and your eyes are so bright when you talk about plants
and you dress for your mood, you just wear what you want.
You bite your nails in excitement and embroider your socks,
you can't sing for your life, but when you dance it just rocks.
Your eyebrow crawls up in that sweet-judgey way
and your permanent humming enlightens my day.
So let me tell you one thing they missed about you:
when they told you you're not pretty, they were right, that is true.
"Pretty" is a nice word, but for you just not suitable.
You are not pretty, love, you, you are beautiful.
(2020)
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Thimble Poetry
Poetrybecause sometimes when you've said all you have to say you can fold it up and it fits into a thimble A collection of love poetry, amazed poetry, sad poetry, angry poetry and all the rest. No depressing poetry. Mostly rhymed. This is the English par...
