Was the Girl

I was the girl whose beauty was what her eyes saw,
Not her Eyes.

I was the girl whose ember brows and lashes
Brightened those Fires.

I was the girl whose hair the air arranged
Without Care.

I was the girl whose skin the sun burned,
Not Shame.

I was the girl whose face shone never imagining
it might hide


I was the girl

who did not know

Beautiful Ugly Plain

would be her name.