I’d like to think of you as an ugly dark
Secret, even though you are a beauty
My frail bony arm says I’m frantic and melancholy
But I’m not
My young ones turn their face, hoping not
Bear the same image I gaze upon you
But there are four of us and one of you
Three of them and two of us
Let’s not declare war
Let’s not suffer any longer than we have to in this life
I will remain frail and bony
To your dark beautiful eyes

by Miyha, 8th Grade

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