6 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 and bloody wrists
Bony thighs, fake smile
Mirror am I pretty yet?
YOU ARE READING
The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
