A Broken Lighthouse
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Stephanie Campbell, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2015
Maybe I would be a masterpiece.
Maybe I could be who I wanted to be.
But…
My collarbones, too prominent,
[Eat more.]
My smile, too wide,
[Smile less.]
My eyes, too blue,
[Get contacts.]
They were my perfectionists
And I was their imperfect perfection.