I am not pretty

in that picture I’m all grimace and no grin

I do not feel your touch

in that moment you are gruesome

I am not a girl

ache rises and falls in my heart

I am not smart

for years I couldn’t speak

I do not like my past

it is too bleak

Beauty is a new thing

on the ocean I am a boat

I do not feel my pain

Opportunity catches like wildfire

and I spin up and out to new lands

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