Beauty.
"I see why they named you that",
No one's ever said that to her,
She wasn't pretty enough to be called it-
Her features weren't so striking to make heads turn, or folks gasp-
They needed to get to know her before they thought her attractive,
Her personality was beautiful, very wholesome-
But her face wasn't,
She never had the "looks", didn't have the body either, her skin had many flaws,
she was too tan, too skinny, full of blemish,
Monkey sounds cause she was hairy, even tutors say she belonged to the zoo,
"Black is beautiful", her momma says every morning, calling her sweet names, "My Angel", "My sunshine", "My","My", these echoed in her mind,
Mommy says i'm lovely, Mommy says I'm Lovely!
Like vinegar they removed molds of those insecurities that had grown around her heart,
Words went a long way with her, society says she didn't fit the beauty standard, so why did she bear the name?
One way to survive? People pleasing, it's the reason she keeps-
Begging for attention, and staying stuck on the views of plastic folks who look like the soles of damaged feets-
Entering seclusions that make her lag and conceit into her delusions-
Abstained aberrations, knowing she's gotta do something worthy of a second glance or she'd be null-
Undermining situations that puts her through throes, trying to please a soil with breath-
Taking on tasks involving manipulations, instead of avoiding them and saying-
Yes in full and No to fools.
What's the beauty in that, Beauty?
My name, is, Beauty.
~💜Ronnie.
