Opening your eyes from the prespective of an Empress

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