I haven’t written poetry in awhile. I haven’t felt the inspiration or want to write much of anything, but the changing of the seasons always has an impact on my mood. I felt a need to write things down out came this bit of poetry.
“Love this Face”
It’s taken a lifetime to love this face,
To stand before a mirror & see more than flaws,
Someone I hated staring back.
That big, crooked nose,
Downward turning eyes,
Not quite blue, green, gray perhaps.
Skin once pale,
Pain of the past diminishes with the warmth of long love.
Boys, children, now grown & gone,
Have lost the temptation to show disdain for that awkward girl-child,
Now a woman,
All curves & structure,
Bad-hair days a thing of the past,
I now embrace the off-blonde locks of my ancestors,
No longer crying out of shame for lack of perfection,
Something no one has or ever will.
Forgetting those awkward stages,
Moving on to love & life & now.
We are all humans,
Hair & smells & chromosomes,
Poor posture slumping about the earth,
Making the trivial important.
Beauty is a social construct,
Built by the limited, limitless minds of men,
This face is mine and it is beautiful because I say so.