Beauty QueenA Poem by IndaBeauty Queen
Arms out fingers inward, a shout! -The portrait of a coward.
Crooked smile, beauty queen, kindness unseen, her words are vile.
Brow uneven, heart of stone, all alone. -Devours all she is given.
Chapped lips, widened hips, knees on the floor, begs forgiveness; he’s at the door. © 2013 Inda |
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Added on January 15, 2013 Last Updated on January 15, 2013 |

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