Beholder's Beauty

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I want my baby to grow up knowing that all people are beautiful.
That the girls on the movie screens are figments of the mind
of an evil mind saying, "This is what you should be.
This is what you should strive to become."
When she sees a girl parading herself around,
in nothing but a two-piece,
she will not think, "I want her body."
She will think, "She is confident in her skin.
I too have her confidence."
When she sees her friends all have boyfriends
she will not examine herself in the mirror,
she will not think, "I am ugly and repulsive."
She will think, "I am beautiful and I am waiting
for the right man to come and see me for me."
My baby will be wise and kind and smart,
seeing the good before the bad,
the color of the person's personality,
not the color of the person's skin.
And my baby will be like her momma in only one way.
Her momma cannot say that she too
had such confidence or smarts or grace,
but she can say that she saw the beauty when others did not.
I want my baby to know what its like to see
the beauty of a soul so pure with love it radiates.
Some men, like some women, are beautiful, stunningly
that when you first see them, you stop and stare.
But after a while, the glare from their spotlight
becomes too much to take while you're alone in the dark
and they leave you with cold words and a cold heart.
But others, they shine the spotlight on you.
Despite your imperfections, to them, you are beauty.
And maybe at first glance, you don't see it,
maybe someone taints your mind and poisons your tongue,
but free yourself, if you can, try with all your might.
Soon, the very things you once thought you couldn't love
you now could not live without and they, to you, are pure beauty.

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