Pretty as a picture and stuck inside her frame
Same old colours and boring prim pose
She longs to wear a colour lighter than black
Something to stand out from the drudgery of sludge
That litters her time of the art world
She has porcelain skin all right
And I bet she’ll crack like porcelain too
Smashing like a vase cruelly on concrete
The moment she’s said to be less than perfect
Her self-esteem works like a dream
Until someone mentions that beauty is inner
Then she realises that stepping out of her portrait
Takes a real leap of faith and a vial of courage
That she has never possessed in any century
But if she keeps smiling they’ll never notice.
– Little Ginge x
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