She Never Said ‘I Love You’

Sunday, July 30, 2017
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She didn't have turquoise eyes
She wasn't in a blonde body
Her eyes were bigger than owl's
Her skin made ebony white
Her name wasn't Jazmine, Becky, Stacy
It was something between a falling spoon
And a scorching afternoon

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Her skin wasn't smooth and glistering
Was home to acne and blistering
Her smile wasn't sweet either
Her teeth were half; and brown leather
Her hair was kinky and sweaty
Her breath was vinegar and sooty
She never said I love you
For nobody would dare say it back

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Her shape defiled geometry
Was a great insult to art
The costume she was wearing
Was the one she was born with
She overqualified to act in a
Horror movie
For she was real
She'd frighten the director

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She would stare at him all day
And he'd move away
And give an unkind, unspoken goodbye
She'd look down
Not to be disappointed by his silent insults
He'd get scared in his heart
And run away slowly while walking
For he hated the ugly stare
Of this thing accused of being human
She'd begin to cry silently
As if she read his mind

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Her pillow would soak in tears
She would curse beauty
Why her?
Why were gods this bad
Given a chance, she'd say
The gods would have grown horns
On her skull
And given her a tail to chase flies
And hooves for toes
She loathed all beauties and princesses
And their silly bubbly asses
And their ugly beautiful faces
She deserved all glory and praises
For it was her ugliness
That made them butterflies

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