And she bowed her head down as if to pray. Soon appeared her pencil and writing pad. The lead angrily swept across the page as tears rolled down her face as she thought of the past, those lost, and obstacles conquered. She scribbled relentlessly until her fingers ached, her hand fell limp and her burdens had been emptied onto the many pages now covered in lead stains. She writes again.....

November 4, 2011

Covergirl

She wears makeup on her face

To hide the scars she can't erase

Holds her head up high

While deep down she cries

Cries because she has to wear makeup everyday

To hide those nasty dark marks that continue to stay

Stay on her beautiful brown skin

And make her only see her beauty from within

They tell her that she's beautiful inside and out

But her view is still darkened by these dark clouds

Dark clouds from way back when

When kids called her ugly way back then

Long time ago but those words still haunt her soul

They'll probably follow her around until she grows old

She's tried everything to make those marks go away

Nothing has worked so her M.A.C stays

Painted on her face, every single day

Want to know who's that girl?

She's the quiet student, the boyish looking girl

She may also be you, but she's me

I'm the covergirl

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