I hope, one day,
perhaps after you and I
a brighter dawn will rise
when girls looking upon
their morning reflection,
their natural flower
see the sparkle
of their rain-kissed skin,
the beauty
of their star-embellished soul,
the magic of the sun-dust
coating them like gold,
proof that they are so much more strong
and beautiful
than they realise.
I hope those sights are so vivid and colourful
that they wash out the monochrome headlines
that try to tell girls
they aren't enough,
as though they weren't handcrafted
by angels,
daughters of the sun.
YOU ARE READING
to the stars who listen: poetry
Poetrya collection of poetry from a human heart to a human star. © 2016, lauren (images used are not mine unless stated otherwise, credits to original owners)
