HIDDEN RADIANCE
Starting of each day with her not so fancy and cliché morning routine,
I mean school, home, church, work, was as far as she could imagine,
She is consumed off by her daily girly pop playlist which she plays each day on her walk to school to overcome the feeling of being and feeling alone,
Her music was one of the only things she felt she could be in her zone,
She makes a stop at her daily spot where she meets with her only two real friends,
Her friendship with them is something herself and others struggle to apprehend.
But that was just because compared to them she was like a shadow,
Watching every cute guy wave at them and bluntly bypass her was a hard pill to swallow.
She wasn’t ugly but neither did she feel like she was pretty,
To her she was just in the middle, not ugly not pretty,
But you can’t really blame her because compared to her two model like friends she felt like shrek,
Now she finally understood why Cinderella’s step sisters did nothing but wreck,
They were bitter, and felt unseen and deep down knew they had potential which is why they tried so hard,
But she didn’t see that potential in herself, she’d pretty much gotten used to the feeling,
The feeling of being ignored, the feeling of never feeling like she was winning.
If only one person had just told her nonstop everyday how pretty she was,
How her entire being isn’t defined by each and every of her flaws.
It’s true she could do a bunch of things, cook, paint, cycle, dance,
But comparing and looking at others they were much more advance,
She wanted to claim her place as someone special in a world filled with so much rivalry and competition,
People looked at her but not more than a second, leaving very little to their imagination,
She acted like she didn’t care but deep down she wanted the attention,
She wished there was more to her than her name will mention,
For once she didn’t want the words “pretty” or “brilliant” to come from her mother’s tongue or from an old family member,
But from a stranger who will give her something to always remember,
Even as the year goes by right from the beginning of January till the end of December.
Copyright © Etomida Kayla | Year Posted 2023
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