Almost

 

I was only expected to be pretty

But what If I was something more?

“Put on some lipstick” she would say

But what if I wanted to be smart?

“Put on a smile” she would say

But what if I am serious more often than not?

“Go show your grandma how good you look in your new dress”

But my new dress does not cover the ugly inside….

Do you like to be told what to do?

What if pretty isn’t enough?

My outside is lying.

What if all I am is pretty?  

Will you still be there to remind me,

 When my skin is shriveled instead of creamy smooth,

 Speckled instead of sunny bronze

And my hair barely warms my head-

Shiny thin, brittle like my smile.

Will you tell me I am pretty?

Or will you just know, I could have been more.

 

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