Long flame red hair twisted up and contorted like a plaited cage
Tamed inner demons
Must try
Must subdue the rage
Nondescript shaped face
Plump pink pout
The occasional loose strand of hair straggling about
Fidgeting fingers twist them back behind shell like ears
Blinking quickly
Wipe away crystalline tears
Skin cream with peppered brown
The silver white of tiny scars
Creases from the occasional frown
The canvas imperfect but true
Skirts of black lashes
Colours of white and blue
If you look deep within the black centre
Uncomfortable it may be
You can see the rainbow shine through
The rainbow is me
About the Creator
Marysha Joelle Stephens
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