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Why can't I be beautiful, Just like all the other flowers? I bear thorns and the ugliest bloom, And people pull me out of their yards, So I don't spoil the others spendor, As they gracefully grow and blossom, I die, wilting in the heat, Because I'm not beautiful like you, I'm rough and weathered, Not loved and pampered, Because I have a different beauty, That lies beneath my skin, In the cold, deserted chambers of my chest, Where love has never been, From the black life that I've been dealt, I lay here in the sidewalk, Shriveling to my death, Because my beauty was unseen. April 14, 1995 |
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