The Poem I Wrote Today #6

If I could have been a beautiful woman,
I would ask for a beautiful brain.
So my pretty body wouldn’t feel odd
With the mind I have now.
I would love patience and polish
Doves and kisses
People and dancing.
I’d love so much more, then.
That’s what I want
The confidence of beauty.
All who see me, love me,
And I have all the love in the world to give
Because I don’t know better.
Not with my pretty little head.

Another One Told Me This

Don’t tell me to think I’m beautiful,
Like it’s a gift,
Like I should,
Because you’re the first to say it, you think.
My strength comes from me.
Don’t lecture me about how pretty I am.
I’m not very pretty.
It’s fine.
It doesn’t bother me anymore.
It just is.
You can say all women are beautiful.
But it’s a line you think you should say.
You don’t know me well enough to say I’m beautiful.
You think all women should think they’re beautiful.
Like all people should have confidence.
And that you’re God’s gift because you can tell this girl
This one right here
How pretty she is.
And that will make it all better
You can fix her sadness if she knows she’s pretty.