Oh angel,
your wings are heavenly.
Handmade by God
in my eyes you’re the definition of perfection.

I wished you saw your own beauty,
you always used to tell me that I only saw you as beautiful because I loved you.
If only I had told you how wrong you were.

If I could,
I would tattoo every unsaid compliment strangers have thought about you.
Every
“I love her smile”,
“Her elegance is impeccable”.
My body would be a masterpiece you had created.

And if I could,
I would gauge out my eyes and ask you to wear them,
to look in the mirror and SEE.

But you stand before me,
in a long black silk dress,
and you say to me:
“I feel disgusting”.

Want to pound at your chest begging you to see your own beauty,
I want to scream “How dare you”.
But I don’t,
because no matter how hard I try
you never believe me.

I think the mirror lied to you,
when it told you that you weren’t enough.
If only you saw your worth,
not for what the mirror said,
but for what your legacy had built.

You taught me how to love,
give,
trust,
and that’s something not even the most beautiful person can fight against.

You’re beautiful,
in all your complexions,
I wish you saw that too.