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An observer of the earth.
She sits in the secluded corner of the parlor,
Watching.
Watching the women
In tight corsets and ornate dresses.
Their hair
Large and elaborate.
Their laughs
High and false.
Makeup
Adorning their faces.
They are
Perfect.

She observes herself.
Jeans
Torn.
T-shirt
Too big.
Hair
Messy.
Laugh
Real.

The women
Look like they are in pain.
The girl
Is happy.
The women
Say beauty is pain.
But I feel beautiful just the same.

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serenaelizabeth1
<p>Wow, this is beautiful. Nice work.</p>

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