Simplicity Is The KeyMature

She’s a plain girl

Yet so beautifully carved

Her bronze skin,

Her big almond shaped eyes,

Her chocolate hair that frames her oval face,

Those plump pink pouty lips forming a sweet O,

As she looks into the camera,

Awaiting a flash

Her arms thin and bare

Wearing size 0 attire

She was once loved

Now she stood almost naked

Peering into what was her weak and hooded life

This simple girl,

This simple model,

Her life being told to millions by a picture

The End

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