Queen of Beauty

Written by: louzana nubani

With her darkened gaze filled with deepness
Under that curly hair of black ceases
A smile, as staggering, everlasting and pure
As she settles on a chair,
She crosses her legs and stretches out her arms on them
The curved line of muscles, so even so flawless
Which descends down to her chest 
As broadened and extending 
With breasts she tries to hide them 
With her protruding scarf 
As she pulls back her hair
Covering it with a long black veil 
And stands up
As less confident she grows 
Day by day
Era escaping time
Going back to home, she escaping into her portal 
And changes her clothes,
Up close, her tight- sleeveless shirt reveals 
As waist not as perfect, fat protruding from her skirt
Stretch marks appearing beneath her stomach 
She hates herself, the way she looks
She watches all the shallow figures
All the pretty girls and their boys
Boys lifting girls in their arms
When?
Will the time come?
To get lifted by one? 
A Queen of Beauty she will become
Her friend once told her, her mother had said that 
She blushes with excitement but once again
Scatters with overwhelming sorrow
“Will I ever become The Queen of Beauty?” 
She clings to false hopes
And wonders,
Will she survive? 
Have she truly lived her life?
A sigh mixed with desperation and helplessness
Causes her to continue each day with the same thought
“ A Queen of Beauty, I will never become….”