"You're so pretty," she exclaims,
And I blush.
"Oh, stop."
"You're so pretty," he whispers,
And I stare--shocked.
"Really? Thank you."
She supported my beauty
When I fought her words,
Challenging their worth
Because we're friends.
Meanwhile,
He hides my beauty
With a silent whisper,
And I accept it
Because we're not friends.
What could he gain
From complimenting a stranger?
And why is his opinion
More valuable than hers?
YOU ARE READING
I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
