POETESS

She
Doesn’t always
Wear a dress.

Her
Mind
Is sometimes a mess.

Her
Eyes
Will never have true blindness.

Her
Lips may not confess
Even under duress.

Her
Heart holds feelings
Yet to be expressed.

The
Life of
A poetess.
Written 3.21.18
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