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For Auria: 
 

Momma always told me not to judge a book by its cover,

and as I grew older, I realized that the concept was the same with people.
 
Forgive me, 
But sometimes I forget what I was taught.
Because when I saw you,
Before you even said a word, 
I knew who you were and what you were capable of.
 
You stood out,
Like F. Scott Fitzgerald among E.L. James and J.K Rowling.
 
You were that type of book-
The one a basic bitch wouldn't look at twice but a scholar would indulge themselves into.
 
Like the Great Gatsby, 
Before I even read the covers, 
I knew that you'd be a book full of surprises.
 
Your confidence shined through the darkest shelves.
Your smile stretched throughout the atmosphere.
I saw dark eyes that shined the way the sky shined at night. 
 
But as I observed you further and dug deeper into your pages
I saw ...... that you've been broken before.
I saw beyond the front you put up.
 
Sweetie, it's okay to not be okay sometimes.
 
You have to learn,
Not everyone enjoys great literature.
Not everyone knows what a masterpiece is.
 
But the ones that do will cherish it.
 
Wait for the scholars, 
They'll come sooner or later, 
And stop giving basic bitches a chance to look through pages too complicated for their comprehension. 
 
 
 
This poem is about: 
My family
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