Am I beautiful?
My kinky hair hangs low and matches my droopy tired eyes.
Like the clouds encompasses the blue sky on a cloudy day right before the rain trickles down.
The cataracts milky white solidifies my naturally dark brown lenses and now I can't see.
Although I can't see I can still hear very clearly the silence that follows me soon followed by quiet snickers.
Am I beautiful?
My skin is as dark as night.
However my light blue eyes seemingly balances my dark features and makes everything a bit lighter.
My lips are big and full and have a lot to say to the dismay of my other classmates who are quiet thinkers.
Am I beautiful?
My pale skin matches my even paler eyes that thoughtfully stare at the life ahead.
When I smile hardly no one ever notices because they can't get pass this temporary soul shelter.
For I'm much more than what's meets the eye.
I'm each and everyone of you and we are all beautiful.
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