Ugly Grace
Grace.
She was so beautiful,
So white, so pure, innocent.
Grace.
Everyone walked with her.
Everyone wanted to be like her.
But once something bad happened.
She morphed into something so dark, poisonous.
People quickly conformed.
They went with the flow
And swiftly became a murder of crows.
Chaos was strewn.
Grace was ugly by noon.
Ugly Grace became her name.
Things turned into a dark game.
No longer people knew
Of innocence since evil grew.
Ugly Grace.
She was so vile.
So dark, so tainted, so malevolent.
Ugly Grace.
Everyone walked as her.
Everyone became her.
No longer people knew
Of innocence since evil grew.
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PoetryWhere I write freely and express my feelings in the form of poetry... started: May 25th, 2020 completed: ranks: #17 book of poems June 3rd, 2020 #190 book of poems May 26th, 2020 #640 Poem June 6th, 2020 #829 Poetry June 3rd, 2020
