You're Beautiful
“You’re beautiful;
Even if you don’t know it”
As if the body I look at in the mirror is suitable,
Yet the heart weighs down the spirit.
The lines on my thighs,
The bags in my eyes,
The pains in my side,
All remind me
That I am not perfect.
Rather, the memories that scar
It’s not just a mark.
Underneath hold the truths
Much older than my youth
That make me beautiful.
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