Beautiful

if i could open my mouth

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.