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Scholarship application: Pretty personality.


I am constantly told I'm pretty.
 
For my skinny.
 
my natural beauty.
 
Who am I?
 
I am Savannah Pehrson . "the nicest girl with a bubbly personality". 
 
The girl who believes in inner beauty.
 
I go to school and see what we all see. Pretties. cliques-
 
cute lips, curls, high heeled chicks.
 
The whisper your friend hears,
 
yes, followed by giggles, but later followed by tears.
 
The girls always told they are stunning, are shunning. 
 
You say there right, you ARE ugly. You lose hope. 
 
Crying, crying. cant cope..
 
But unmask the envelope!
 
Look closer, under the microscope.
 
At you, truth. Look past the mask of skews.
 
You are pretty, the defining beauty that is witty, The personality.
 
Guys,  its time to pitch in! tell these girls there amazing, not just thin. 
 
Girls laugh and wear makeup as you please.
 
But please, please, don't tease.
 
Because its time that we, the WORLD, See's, just how hurtful pretty can be. 
 
 
 
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Yes, I am pretty. But I am the girl who stands for the "hideous". 
 
the TRUE prettiest. 
 
That is why I ask you, to consider me, 
 
to be, your scholarship nominee. 
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Daddyluvr
<p>....coming from one of the THE most conceited and insecure pehrsons ever... all you do is tear women down by projecting your own jealousy. Wildly ironic.</p>

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