Smile

I am a girl who hides her smile.

Not because of a father who beats me.

Not because of a mother who drinks.

Not because of a broken heart.

I am a girl who hates her smile.

Because of the crookedness.

Because of the gap.

Because of the yellowness.

I am a girl who has few friends.

Not because I am mean.

Not because I am stuck-up.

Not because I am dumb. 

I am a girl who others avoid.

Because I never smile.

Because I must be weird.

Because I must be suicidal.

I am a girl who is getting help.

Not from my father.

Not from my mother.

Not from my boyfriend.

I am a girl who is getting help.

From the dental hygienest.

From the dentist.

From the orthodonist.

I am a girl who no longer hides her smile.

Not because the braces are gone.

Not because my teeth are polished.

Not because I have more friends. 

I am a girl who is more than her smile.

Because I am powerful.

Because I am loved.

Because I am beautiful.