and let notes of glory
tumble and fly
you would think
me beautiful.
if had toned thighs,
playboy polished
boobs and rear
that never jiggled,
if my hips
didn't sway
of their own accord
you would think
me beautiful.
if my teeth
were whiter
my feet smaller
if i didn't always
have a zit on my chin.
you would think
me beautiful.
perhaps if i didn't laugh
louder than a monkey,
maybe if kept my thoughts
to myself,
if i read less
and was shallow more
you would think
me beautiful.
if i were more
of a girl
who had yet to feel
the world behind her
and less of the woman
with bags under
her tearful eyes
you would find
me beautiful.
but i am none
of those things,
am i then
not beautiful?
no.
in eyes that
watch stars burn
i am beautiful
beyond all
your thoughts
and your opinions.
