Why?
Sadness creeps in late at night.
Heart aching,
Soul bruising.
Non-stop tears cascade down her cheeks,
Countless thoughts flooding each second, wondering "why can't I be like her?"
"So many hers," she mutters.
"Another woman's beauty is not the absence of your own." She was told.
"Yet why do I still crumble to pieces about my own?" She thought.
-Yandissa Tomo.
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PoetryShe gazed upon the stars, eyes shimmering with admiration and love. She believed she could make it big, she believed that the discomfort she had been feeling lately was change. She embraced it in every possible way because she knew, the discomfort w...
