Beautiful

She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way.
She had long, flaming red hair 
Always tangled
Always down
She wore polka dots and stripes
At the same time
Didn't care
Didn't care
She had a gap between her two front teeth
Always smiled
Never frowned
She'd never let you get to her
Always happy
Always clever
She would punch you for being "weak"
Always tough
Always protective
But she was the kindest person I'll ever meet
Always polite, mature and nice
Never mean never mean
She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way.
 

InezL

VT

15 years old

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