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Beautiful
by loaisiga
Trapped between close doors
The only view is the white walls.
Trying to figure out the answer
To every women question
"Am I beautiful ?"
What is being "beautiful?"
Does it call out for all of us women.?
Does it reach out to every race, size,
Color, look and age without any exceptions?
Does it fade as life itself experiences final
Touches ?
Does it stay between the eyes of those who see
The reflection of a True Beautiful women?
Or does it limit to the final judgment
Of those who inside fear the question itself.?
Why does it matter what others think?
Why make a hell of your life
For the opinions of those who don’t
Live under your skin.?
Isnt only YOU the one who should care?.
And is only You the one who cries.?
A model is not a model if she is not a women first.
So don’t think because she looks a certain way
She doesn’t ask her self the same question every day.
" AM I BEAUTIFULL?
Why should we lock ourselves into a heavy chain
Of "do’s and don’t’?
Why have a body of someone else
When you can have a body of your own
Why , hide the simplest touches of your natural beauty?
When they expose the story of your life.
Why feel inferior about the mantle that covers your temple.
If that’s all you’ve got.?
Those who love you for What you carry>
And for what you can give
Should be the ones you should look up to
Cuz their the ones who know how to live.
Because beauty is not theory . It is a fact.
and all us women are beautiful.
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