Poem Number 23201

Julia

A true redhead
hiding under
shades of brown.
People complained
she was too positive
too rosy with her
fair skin, transparent
soul.
She wore green high heels
distracting from her
true self.
Black crisp suit-that
should hide her well.
She made them comfortable,
but wilted into
their creation,
a product of complaints,
dry and plastic.

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This is superb.
Regarding telling us who you are:
An artist friend of mine told me, "People don't remember the artist or the writer. They remember the painting or the poem." Well, of course, that is not true with the Rembrants and the Shakepeares of the world. As an example of the above, think right now of the poems you've just read here. Do you recall the lines of the poems, the poems, or the authors. Are there some that stand out for you? Still, I'd love to know who you are because I think this poem is wonderful.
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lol. the above anonymous comments were made by sg.