I am Not PrettyA Poem by Kala BenfieldYou are beautiful.When I looked in the mirror. I wanted to be pretty. I wanted to be merely noticeable. I wanted to be contained in my own realm of pretty. I wanted to feel as if my skin were a blanket made of diamonds. I wanted the mirror to speak to me as if i was in control. I wanted it to tell me that I am a being of light and shining armor. I wanted to be. I wanted to be pretty intelligent, pretty face, a pretty good couple-of-seconds glance. I wanted to be considered more than a five letter word. I wanted to be greater than the less. I swear I wasn't dying, I wanted to see what my pulse looked like from the inside. As the mirror finally shattered in m face, pretty was no longer a word. But a word to be disgraced
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