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Just Look at You
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Not-so-happy Poems Just look at you, standing there, staring at me
It's no wonder you don't think you're pretty
With those permanent dark circles under your eyes
Eyes that never stay one colour long enough to be considered pretty
Look at those faded freckles of yours-
They could almost be cute, if they were there in full force
But as it is, they're just in the background, mottled
And then your hair, a permanently frizzy mess
Yes, put it into braids, contain it
So everyone else doesn't have to look at it
There are days when I can't stand to look at you
But even when I don't look, you're still there...
Like now. You're still here
Though I found a way that I don't have to see you -
I've turned away from the mirror
My friend, Jennifer,
How can she not see?
The light that shines from her
E'en as a beacon on a dark night?
Does she not see, as we do,
that she IS pretty?
Does she not view, as we do,
the power of the intellect?
Does she not know, as we do,
how strong she is?
Does she not ken, as we do,
the beauty of her soul?
Does she not realize, as we do,
the value of a loyal friend?
Jennie, my friend of ten years,
don't court the black pit of despair
until you've seen what we have;
the wonderful person
who is you.
Sincerely,
Amanda