alled you pretty so what?
You want me to pity you but I won’t
You are much more than you see
He called you pretty, I call you queen
Does it mean you have to grovel and eat the shit under his feet?
So I call you rare gem, pride of a woman,
beauty unrivalled, yet you don’t succumb,
Or is it because he is a man and I a woman like you?
Then let me tell you fair lady
You are so much more than you see
Come, come let me wash the mud off your face and see what I see—beauty hidden behind rags
Come, let me wash the wounds he inflicted on you and behold what I see—perfection in the marred features
Beautiful oval face,High cheek bones ,Perfect chin,Dove eyes soft supple lips enough to tempt a priest to sin
I glimpse intelligence in those clear brown eyes
blanketed now with pain
I see the laugh lines around your mouth
diminishing for lack of a smile
You want to feel loved
You want someone to cherish you
No one would love you if you don’t love yourself
All woman for herself God for all of us