The eyes shift downward
Her head drops in shame
Too many years she’s been called ugly names
Boney, skinny, string bean, too tall in height
High yellow, light bright and damn near white
They yank her pigtails shouting good hair
Ignore her on the playground as if she’s not there
Flat chested with toothpick legs they say
Sometimes telling her she cannot play
The mirror indicates to her that it's true
There's no one to tell her you just be you
Now in adulthood weight has been gained
But childhood memories remain the same
Sometimes still her reflection has cast down eyes
Indicating the hidden pain she still carries inside
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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