“Beautiful brown berry girl.
She’s so beautiful.”
As I awoke each morn,
An expectation of excellence.
I dance, I eat and I grow plump.
Don’t tell me my beauty fades,
I never thought so.
Magic in my core
A yearning for a rift in the world
A difference to be made.
My confidence was built.
Smug and aware,
But with rich talent seeping through my
I am more-
Than the cheeks that were pinched,
The “round mound of sound,”
Though I much enjoyed hearing those words.
‘Twas the day grandma lie in the
I stood, growing in width and height,
The one person that changed my life
Told me I’m not the most
Beautiful thing she had seen.
“You’re beautiful, but not the most.”
You saved me from a delusional fate.
You gave me peace
Showed me a shocking truth
And put me in tears.
That’s all I ever wanted.