Sunday, November 4, 2012

Conflict

marks on my skin
i don't mind the scars,
but if you look at me
i have no perfections

i'm a series of cracks
in an old sidewalk
i'm a livid contusion
in the eye of beauty
they say i have a lovely face
i see only the marks on it

mirror, mirror, on the wall,
i feel scarred
i feel small
mirror, mirror, standing there,
could you not have made me fair?


(c) 2012



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