I have my scars, I have my wrinkles and frowns that sting..
I have eyes that speak my mind, that often scream...and stare
I have a dark mole right on my chin...I do openly my darkness declare..
I have a story, I have a past..I have anger, I have fears
I have laughter and opinions...loud and clear...and silent tears...
My beauty may not shake you..nor take you...
And yet, if your eyes wander and catch my face...
You shall be bewitched, for I am just no pretty face...
You can fake sheer indifference..Though you see my difference..
Bewitching...I am for I don't hide my difference...
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