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I see her soul right through her eyes
I see her soul right through her eyes,
A pretty face is a bad disguise,
I feel her pain as though we’re connected.
What I feel is the feeling of being neglected.
Her spirit is diamond.
Her thoughts are worth gold.
All the mountains she’s climbing are stories untold,
Both inside and out,
But the person who broke her gave her self-doubt.
Though she has a tough spirit and thoughts worth a fortune,
That shattered heart made of glass gave her reflection
Aniya Fields is fourteen years old and attends Manatee School for the Arts. “I see her soul right through her eyes” received an Honorable Mention in the Manatee Libraries and 805 Teen Poetry Contest.
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