She Is

She is beauty
Of which no one will feel
They are blind to her rich existance
Trapped in their mindset
Of what beauty really is

She is color
Of which no one will ever know
Screaming with light so pure, so bright
Will anyone know the art that she is?

She is flawed
Of which everyone sees

She is bursting with a vivid hue
So intense and real
Little did she know
They were only looking
For black and white

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