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China Doll

I see them as they pass me by

Glaring in their greed.

Some, however, stare up in awe,

As if I’m the answer to their prayers.

Awe gives in to hate

They want to be

Me.

 

My cheeks are flushed with rose

Lips painted deepest red

My eyes are wide and ocean blue

Skin, the palest shimmer of moonlit dread.

Flawless and beautiful

But, beauty’s only skin deep.

I’m afraid to say,

Everyone else is beautiful

Not me.

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