When Asked About Beauty

Kayla Hunt Poetry

When asked one thing

I would change about myself
the only word
that came close to describing
how I felt
was everything.
And when asked one thing
I love about myself
I said, “believe me
there’s nothing.”
Well I guess I sort of like
my eyes
but the only problem
is I hate the way
they see things.
Because when I look
in the mirror
I don’t see what they see
for I’ve never known beauty.
And for every person who’s ever
told me
“Maybe tomorrow you’ll feel pretty”
Well what about today?
What about at 8:47 this morning
when I walked in late
for class with oceans for eyes
and a smile that had come untied
because not one single thread of
fabric sewn together
could create a pattern
that made me think
this looks beautiful”
And what aboutat 11:33 this evening
when I failed to sleep

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Author: Monica Sofia Alves

...waiting to be awake... ... dreaming in colors... I'm me. I'm true I feel, I paint. I play with paint, piano, even my guitar. Last, I write... oh and I smile everyday :) My first poem here: https://www.wattpad.com/186634008-moments-you-and-me

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