the outside

the outside

A Poem by averasweetangel

Clothes are what show on the outside

They are like a mask

It’s how you are judged

Today I wore a California blond girl style

Straight down to the sandals and shorts

Clothes don’t show how a person is inside

It doesn’t show the marks on someone’s arm

If I dress how I felt

I would be black head to toe

No blond hair, no brown beautiful eyes

My marks would be shown to everyone

Everyone would know how I felt

Everyone would see

© 2010 averasweetangel


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averasweetangel
averasweetangel

youngstown, OH



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Hey my name is Krista and i live in Ohio. until this year i have only written 2 poems willing the rest have been for school assigments. now since ive been through alot this past year and made a really.. more..

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