My plush, pink lips that have let fire slip through them
My captive eyes that have held so many rivers
The skin on my body that holds so many memories
My chest that has heaved and my head that's been held high my whole life
Beauty and pain, suffrage and love.
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PoetryI write shitty poetry that I love and I upload it sometimes.
Beauty, pain, suffrage, and love
My plush, pink lips that have let fire slip through them
My captive eyes that have held so many rivers
The skin on my body that holds so many memories
My chest that has heaved and my head that's been held high my whole life
Beauty and pain, suffrage and love.