Can't you see?

Isn’t her smile radiant?

Doesn’t it shine so bright?

Can’t you see she’s happy?

 

Aren’t her eyes gorgeous?

Don’t they gleam with joy?

Can’t you see she’s great?

 

Isn’t her laugh incredible?

Don’t you hear it every day?

Can’t you see she’s fine?

 

Doesn’t that crimson paint

Painted with a silver brush

Look beautiful against

Her pale canvas?

Isn’t her talent exquisite?

Can’t you see how unhappy she really is?

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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