Beautiful

You tell me that I’m beautiful
And that the whole world is yours
You tell me that I’m beautiful
And that the whole world is yours
You tell me that I’m beautiful
And that the whole world is yours……

I don’t see me.
The essence of me
Help me expose myself.
Help me perceive my beauty.

So, she’s so beautiful that she could be a model

With a body so serene all eyes yield and follow.

She swallows; the low blows
Life’s misconceptions, complexities and lessons

Sustained her ego to grow slow
Grasped love in her hand
But it didn’t want her anymore

Secretly,
She despises her own existence
Suicidal ponders when you see that ass switching

Slits her wrist then
She’ll gain attention
You assume she’s an arrogant bitch so you won’t stop to listen
From her artificial eyelashes
To her acrilic nails

What you observe is visual beauty

Yet, she defines it as hell

Self-esteem; she lacks
Intelligence; she slacks

But you’re gazing at that ass and hips

Speculation is she’s bad

The more compliments she acquires
Simply makes her esteem plummet
The insecurities within herself
Converts her into a fraction of a woman

Yet her beauty is so desirable all men wish to seek her
Three abortions later and the third one is a keeper

She grows weaker; by the day
Regarding all the emotions she’s ever felt

But you’ve assume she’s obtained it all.....

So to hell with your help

She’s not beautiful
She’s not gorgeous
She’s sensitive,
Fragile
And weak
You say the whole world is hers…
But she’s tasted nothing but defeat

-pilarscratch

I wrote this poem in 2009., following a evitiable breakup. Before, I was a mother, a fadhion designer, a woman, before I knew myself. This poem, sadly was the last poem I wrote ... Now reflecting back to this era ive.grown.spiritually and wouldnt alter my saga for anything . For the reason being, the growth , has defined.the woman & mother I am today... That alone is my biggest accomplshment.