this face might be pretty
late at night
when that skin's lost its blood
when it's framed by black hair
when these eyes curve in the corners
all snow and shadows
but in the sunlight
i think again, because
surely
this face that's so different
from everyone else's
is not at all
even close to pretty
it hurts a little to be white
and to always
always
always
hear about how stupid
white people are
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Storm Scars
PoetryVolume 01: i'm sorry you'll never read this you deserve to hear the truth you tried to lock up in me "honesty is a virtue" here's my holy sin lies folded in fairy tales you'd like to believe that, wouldn't you? - once upon a time, no fairy tale ende...
