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Beautiful
I'm sorry I'm not beautiful,
I know I shouldn't care.
But I'm sorry for my big, round nose,
And my thin and dull blonde hair.
I'm sorry for my large fingers,
From the type of work I do.
I'm sorry that my eyes aren't wide,
Or the proper shade of blue.
I'm sorry that my breasts,
Are not as perky as they could be.
And also for my stomach,
It's the worst part of me, you see.
I'm sorry about my thighs,
They rub together when I walk.
And for my voice that doesn't sound,
Like sweet music when I talk.
Sorry that my legs are not,
As shapely as hers are.
And also for both of my feet,
As they each now have a scar.
People say that I'm not beautiful,
And I don't hate them when they say it.
But still there are the times,
When I cannot bare to hear it.
I've never been called beautiful,
And no, that's not a lie.
So if my friends and family can't,
I don't expect much from any guy.
I'm sorry I'm not beautiful,
Maybe I'd change it if I could.
But then there are the good days,
When I doubt I even should.
I'm sorry I'm not beautiful,
In the only ways you see.
But there's a soul, a heart and spirit,
That makes up the better me.
Fin
I'm sorry I'm not beautiful,
I know I shouldn't care.
But I'm sorry for my big, round nose,
And my thin and dull blonde hair.
I'm sorry for my large fingers,
From the type of work I do.
I'm sorry that my eyes aren't wide,
Or the proper shade of blue.
I'm sorry that my breasts,
Are not as perky as they could be.
And also for my stomach,
It's the worst part of me, you see.
I'm sorry about my thighs,
They rub together when I walk.
And for my voice that doesn't sound,
Like sweet music when I talk.
Sorry that my legs are not,
As shapely as hers are.
And also for both of my feet,
As they each now have a scar.
People say that I'm not beautiful,
And I don't hate them when they say it.
But still there are the times,
When I cannot bare to hear it.
I've never been called beautiful,
And no, that's not a lie.
So if my friends and family can't,
I don't expect much from any guy.
I'm sorry I'm not beautiful,
Maybe I'd change it if I could.
But then there are the good days,
When I doubt I even should.
I'm sorry I'm not beautiful,
In the only ways you see.
But there's a soul, a heart and spirit,
That makes up the better me.
Fin
Please don’t think that I’m fishing for compliments because I’m posting this. Most of you have no idea what I look like anyway, so any compliments wouldn’t mean that much. It’s just something that came to me while I was working the other day, and I felt I had to write it down.
I haven’t written any poems since college, so I don’t think this is too shabby for not writing anything like it for years.
The things I mention are things that have happened to me, in regards to a person’s judgements of my looks. Some are thoughts I’ve had on the topic of beauty and how I wish people wouldn’t be made fun of for things they have no control over.
Ah, the ramblings of a silly girl.
Anyway, do let me know what you thought.
Hope everything is well with you guys, we haven’t talked for a long time.
xoxo
I haven’t written any poems since college, so I don’t think this is too shabby for not writing anything like it for years.
The things I mention are things that have happened to me, in regards to a person’s judgements of my looks. Some are thoughts I’ve had on the topic of beauty and how I wish people wouldn’t be made fun of for things they have no control over.
Ah, the ramblings of a silly girl.
Anyway, do let me know what you thought.
Hope everything is well with you guys, we haven’t talked for a long time.
xoxo
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PS - I may not know you. But judging on your writing solely, I can tell you that you are indeed loved for it. That, madam, is what inner beauty is all about I think: being loved for what you do and not what you look like.