INSECURE

 

Venus, Isis, Cleopatra

She blazes the beauty of a goddess

Perfection from hair to heel

The pride of a potter’s hand

And the desire of all men

She is beautiful

 

Medusa after her curse from the gods

I glaze imperfection from hair to heel

A draft blotch of crayon on an amateur’s canvas

Repulsive in the eyes of most men

Don’t tell me that I am beautiful

 

Grace in every stride she paints

Opportunities fall on her lap as if she birthed them

If they don’t, she has a him to lean on

Of course she is beautiful

 

Clumsy when I try to portray poise

The only way forward is to work hard and alone

Him treats me only like a friend, unless in dream, in fantasy and to gain sex.

Don’t tell me that I am beautiful

 

Her tears are like diamonds

When she cries, she is never alone

Such beauty should know no pain they say

She is way too beautiful

 

What have they to gain by catching my tears

Tears mostly stirred by their rejection and lack of attention

Tears of loneliness shed alone in pain

Don’t lie that I am beautiful

 

When she smiles the world smiles

Purity, love, goodness and humility complement her flawless being

Beautiful both on the inside and on the outside

Her beauty blotches away any mistakes she makes

oh she is beautiful

 

When I smile, they grimace or smile back in pity

My attempts at inner beauty are echoes with no receptors

Secrets of my past are stains on my already blemished existence

Don’t tell me that inner beauty is all that counts

Don’t tell me that I am beautiful  

 

Venus, Isis, Cleopatra

She blazes the beauty of a goddess

Perfection from hair to heel

The pride of a potter’s hand

And the desire of all men

She is the one who’s beautiful

Reviews

[Rye]

whoa! very intriguing write, full of depth, leaves one thinking, very nicely written.