Beauty

Insecurities of a women Who has been torn Of still consistencies " I hate myself because" I felt hated Amongst those Who where designed Magnificent in such a way Our magnitude's Could not connect For my own well being Why did God make me this way? Simply, Just like a wet clay Being molded before eyes You and I Are beautifully made See.. I connected on many levels of Low self-esteem, depression, anger, Bullying, sadness Most of all I thought So low of myself Trash was in disposal But.. One day I realized Eye to eye And those eyes seen elegance In Gods eyes He sees perfection To our imperfections, Real beauty Defines your heart and soul Because images Can be overlooked, erased or unnoticed Beauty shows a women's Integrity and humbleness You and I Are the empathy of beauty