No Beauty, Maiden, or Princess
Many tales are told.
Many women are portrayed as either bold
or easy to manipulate.
As there are many others there to spectate,
I, for one, am not one of them.
How am I considered a beauty?
A maiden
A princess
when I am undergoing through a difficult process?
My eyes hideously rotten
while my clothes are sodden.
My mind bitten
while my memories are being rewritten.
My lungs rotten to the core
while my heart is broken and spilling on the floor.
My eyes weep.
My words slowly seep.
"I am not beautiful."
"I am not as beautiful as the rest of my kind."
"I apologize for not being the one who you expect."
My soul is free.
My body is reject.
-Snow that Flutters down like Feathers
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Whispers from a White Feather
Hello my readers, I am Snow that Flutters down like Feathers. I am a poet on Gaia Online and Tumblr. I have been writing since 2013.
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