:Distorted Beauty

"Let the waters rise"

These crashing tides cannot subside 

Life truths that lied close by the ocean’s side

When my lips were rosy,

And my breasts were plump.

There was no wrinkle in sight

To me I looked “ordinary”.

Not much of prospect for marriage,

Let alone to be anyone's wife.

My body never touched

“Innocent as a Rose”, they would say.

Virgin use to mean sweet and pure

But now it’s a capital “V” written on my cloak

A stamp of warning for scared men to stand clear and away

I always thought if a man didn’t want me,

It would be for my looks or dissimilarities we shared

Not because I choose to save myself for marriage

Only wanting my husband to know my body

Even though most would consider this frame of thought square

My body isn’t an amusement park,

Not everyone has a ticket to come in.

Why can’t we sit while I put my feet on your lap,

Wanting to know each other's hearts,

Finding the features within. 

Unfortunately, I have never met this man

And I don’t know if I ever will

But my values are my values 

And for the time being I will remain still 

Wait.

I will wait.

For the right someone to come along

For a person to respect my beliefs,

Believing that they are valid and strong.

Because I wasn’t created for the world,

Oh no!

I was created for God

And if someone asks me to turn my back on him

I would know then that they are the ones who are truly lost.

My father has created me to bet set apart,

Not to be like everybody else.

So when I’m floating at the shallow end,

With the few that float along.

While others swim past me ,

Swimming out deeper and far out of reach,

Splashing and ignoring all wrongs,

I will know that my waters stood still and strong.

Seeing but not participating,

Understanding but not relating

Being, but not just existing 

And patience, patience.

Will keep my soul safe like a dove’s song