I am beautiful
From the very curl of my hair
The frizzy curl, the confused curl right to the wavy curl and the curl that doesn’t want to quite curl
I am beautiful
For each toe, the second being longer than the first
Say I will rule over my husband
Yet to happen
But hey….
I am still beautiful
From the big smile showing every tooth all shades of white
Bright to not so bright to a slight beige
Out of line and slightly tilted
I am still beautiful
From the freckles on my back that were strategically placed
May not look the most flawless in a halter top
I am still beautiful
From the stretch marks that adorn my body
Marks by induced weight gain from steroids
Said to control my illness
Even though it left stripes,
I beat that war
And guess what…
I am still beautiful
From the not so round but not so flat backside
Hips that don’t catch the eye too quick, viewed weak
Though strong enough to support the birth of an angel
That makes me beautiful
From the grips that sometimes sit atop my jeans
Provides support to my man when he thinks he ain’t gon make it
I am still beautiful
Every flaw seen as perfection in the eyes of Him
Bet you didn’t know
But He broke the mold after He made me
At least that’s what my Daddy always told me
And I’ve always believed him…still do
Cause see, when I look in the mirror I don’t see that frizzy curl or that too long toe
That not so bright tilted tooth or the freckles on my back
I don’t see the war wounds or my lemon bottom
I don’t even see the love handles
Because my view is blinded by the shine in my eyes and the diamonds placed in the crown that embellishes the image I see
An Empress, impeccable in stature and in creation
I am beautiful