This is dedicated to a best friend:
This is to the girl who was blinded from a young age
The is to the girl who could not see her pretty smiles when she was hugged
This to the girl who was deafened from a young age
The girl that could not hear her giggles when she heard a good joke
What she doesn't know is that she is one of the prettiest creations I have ever seen
She judges her beauty off of manmade objects we call mirrors
She judges her beauty off of toxic standards impossible to be reached
She does not see what I see
She does not hear what I hear
She does not see the beauty in her kindness
The purity that her heart holds
She does not see
And I can't wait for the day that she opens her eyes
The day her eyes twinkle under the stars
The day she realizes that she is the prettiest creation to ever exist
But
She does not see what I see
She does not hear what I hear
She does not see the beauty in her eyes
And the childish innocence they cling to
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What Goes Unheard
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I write along the way. It includes moments where I struggled a lot with certain things that others may find triggering or comforting since they would now know that they are no longer alone. A lot of the poems inclu...
