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You know you’re plain when people say
What lovely eyes you have
I love your hair

Make bad jokes, pretend they’re funny
Make myself laugh

All this work on my hair,
My body and…

My eyes
The sign of a plain girl

Boys that are friends but never my lovers
Boys that are there at night but never in the morning

Boys that make cracks at me
And I pretend not to care

‘Because she’ll laugh it off’

Maybe

Maybe I’ll cry instead

I just don’t find it funny anymore

This poem was written/submitted by Jennifer Bosomworth.

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