(This poem is dedicated to every woman out there. Tall, short, dark, white. We are all beautiful, despite the drama we go through with our hair, body and skin. Take a look in the mirror and say "damn I am beautiful.")
"I AM A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN," I told him.
He looked at me; up down,
And said,
But you are too short, you are too fat,
Your hair is too kinky,your skin is too dark,
I smiled... Smiled at his insecurities...
Smiled because I wished that he knew of the many times that I had cried;
Cried because of other people's insecurities,
Cried because I thought that I wasn't good enough,
Or tall enough, or too dark...
But I cry no more, because I am a beautiful woman...
And I smile when he says that I am not good enough,
I smile because I am not defined by the color of my skin,
Nor the size of my trousers, or the bra that I wear,
My beauty is not determined by the shoes on my feet,
Or the size of my waist; nor the kilos of my buttocks.
I am beautiful because I am passionate,
I am dedicated, I am strong....
I am beautiful because I have been called ugly;
By insecure people...
I am beautiful because I have learnt to smile...
And to rise up and walk...or run...
I am beautiful because I have learnt to fight back...
To see how beautiful I am, you must look deeper;
You must look past my physical attributes,
Past the shape of my body, the curve of my hips,
Past the movement of my buttocks as I walk...
Because when you find that beauty in me;
In any woman, then you have found
A GEM.
