The Prettiest
She didn’t have the classic big blue eyes.
She had eyes the color of chocolate.
Ones that glowed when she smiled,
Ones that twinkled when she laughed.
She didn’t have pale, porcelain skin.
Her skin was tinted
From hikes
And from beach days.
She didn’t have blonde,
Glowing hair.
Her hair was dark
The color of fresh soil.
She wasn’t pencil-thin.
Her cheeks were filled out and rounded.
She had a soft chin
And a full belly.
She wasn’t long and tall.
She was shorter,
5’ 3”,
And looked up to see the world.
She didn’t notice these things.
Until the world told her as much.
But she put on a bright yellow raincoat
And let the world slide down and away.
She wasn’t the prettiest one.
But she still glowed.
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