Concretely Beautiful


“You’re beautiful” he said, running towards me from his concrete truck on my block. Once he stopped running and I stopped worrying that it was going to escalate, I thought to myself: “hell yes I am!” but I’m also smart, loving, and passionate. Why don’t people yell those things at me?

Oh right, I forgot.

All the world is a stage. Unless you’re a woman, in which case it’s a pageant.

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