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by She
Rated: E · Poetry · Young Adult · #2122097
An letter to the boy who said he liked my jacket.
I am not beautiful
It is a fact that has been burned into my heart like a brand on my imperfect skin.
Cute
Adorable
Beautiful's ugly cousins
These are words presented as gifts but taken with grief when the wrapping doesn't open to reveal stunning, or gorgeous, or goddess-
"Everyone is beautiful in their own way"
I don't want my own way
I want eyebrows untrimmed and lips bare, with shining razor teeth that are strong and straight and white;
I want my sister's smile
I want my sister's everything.
She walks and the earth moves around her
She speaks as if the space between she and I is only the years, and not the flaws
My sister has never been called cute
She's never been seen through eyes filled with disinterest sharp as knives
She is the girl who asks for your number and knows you'll say yes
I want to be that girl
For now, I'll scrawl mine on a dirty napkin
And set it, full of hope, onto your table
But only after you've left for the restroom
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