Inner Beauty
I may not be a vision
of human perfection,
nor someone you desire.
But I am a unique creation,
a vision of my own.
A beating heart lay in my chest.
One with love,
compassion and respect
coursing through me
with each beat of my heart.
My body is my temple,
even though it’s not
near as perfect
as those of fashion models
or playboy centrefolds.
It is mine,
a part of me.
It is who I am.
Of whom I once was
and now came to be.
I have my own feelings
that you seem to
like to walk over.
Carelessly going about
your own way.
Blind-sided by the surface beauty,
that like time,
does fade like all else.
And she will end up just like me.
While you look past
my inner beauty
and fail to see.
Who I am
and what I can be.
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