Live Simply
Am I beautiful?
How can I tell?
I could look for the answer in the mirror to see what I need to cover up.
I could give myself a number either off a scale or tag.
I could look at the beautiful people that surround; compare and see what I should change.
I could starve myself so that I take up less space.
Then I will be beautiful.
Fuck that!
I am the beholder and I choose the measure.
I know I am beautiful.
I see it when I look in my husband’s eyes, I should make him my mirror.
I know when I count the beings comforted by my care and company, I should make this my number.
I can look to my kids and see that they don’t care I’m not like the women on TV, I should make them my source of entertainment.
I will not take up less space.
Instead I will try to fill all that surrounds with more love and kindness.
When I remember all of these things I AM beautiful to the only person that really needs to believe it’s true,
myself.
Powerful! I can see you belting it out at a poetry slam. Love this great message. Xx
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Oh, I am so on the poetry slam… do they have those where you are? XX thanks as always!
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No slamming here, not on the island anyway.
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Maybe you should start one 🙂
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That sounds like more work than I want to commit to and I would rather just a show up and enjoy. Don’t think I am passionate enough about it to invest that much energy. I already have other community projects that I am on the committee for.
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I believe all that to be true 🙂 A rural Maine poetry slam could go either way, like karaoke night at a biker bar. Some things you can never un-see.
Be well my friend and lots of luck in all your endeavors! xoxo
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Now a biker bar on the bar, that is something I could rally behind 😉
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I’ll send pictures but you have been warned 🙂
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Eeks, how exciting 🙂 Love where this conversation is going… I think! 😉 Def looking forward to those pictures.
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