She stares out at the world from her window.
Using the curtain as her shield.
Afraid if someone saw her,
The beast would be revealed.
Not a mirror hangs from the walls,
No image to be seen,
She hides inside the mask,
Here lies no beauty queen.
She was taught that she was ugly,
Homely, beastly like,
Treated though not human,
She was not given a chance at life.
Hidden behind her window pane,
Prison, she lives within.
Of how we look at others,
We created her by our own sin.
In a world where beauty makes people,
We leave no room for more.
So behind her walls, and curtains,
She is locked behind her door.
April Bowering-Chesworth
© 1999
Copyright 1999 By April Bowering-Chesworth. All Rights Reserved.
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