Portrait of a Woman
Take a look in her picture frame. What do you see?
Brown skin; silky and smooth, eyes so similar to a tigers, and lips as soft as a suede Easter jacket. You see her breasts, that sit firm, thighs that compliment her bottom that you say is one of her best features. You see the outside beauty, but fail to realize she has “meaning”; inner beauty and pain that is hidden by her features.
Her eyes shed tears from all of the pain, and hurt from what she thinks is “True Love”. Her body, she keeps it right because she feels that’ it is the only thing she has to offer in order to obtain that “True Love”.
Her skin is covered in battle wounds from fighting to keep what she thinks is worth it. Her heart, it is a beautiful thing. It has a smile that lights up her entire appearance, but she feels it does the opposite, and that happiness is nowhere insight.
This is a Portrait of a Woman, and she deserves a life filled with love not sorrow.
—Goldie B.
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