As It Was
She wants dreamslike the homeless children on TV.
She has pretty eyes
that draw in all the hormonal boys.
She has a big heart
but what everyone sees are the breasts
covering it.
I can see past her.
I can see her,
beautiful,
at ease.
The way she is,
as it was.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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