Six years old:
Blue ribbon, silk ribbon,
Streaming through my hair.
Pigtails, toothless smile,
Mirror, am I pretty yet?10 years old:
Ponytail, bobby pins,
Taming my messy hair,
Chubby thighs, crooked smile,
Mirror, am I pretty yet?14 years old:
Straight hair, lipstick,
Mascara running down my face,
Trembling knees, broken smile,
Mirror, am I pretty yet?16 years old:
Messy bun, chapped lips,
Sobbing eyes, boney wrists,
Bloody thighs, fake smile,
Mirror, am I pretty yet?
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Will You Stay?
PoetryJust poems, that's all. I'd appreciate if Cain (my older biological sister) didn't read this, but that's fine... Not all are mine, and some of them, I've switched around the wordings. It's been placed under mature as a warning as some hint to some v...