She's beautiful
but not like your everyday Beauty
not seen as a piece of art
she has cracks
bruises
scars
and cuts
with swirled colors blazing a bright
with stars freckled here in there
she's failed but never fallen or given up
She's a Beauty to the eyes
And to the mind
but still not seen as the artwork she is
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