I am beautiful,
I am beautiful,
I am beautiful,
She writes on the chalkboard
Over and over and over,
Unconvinced of the words she writes.
She hasn’t really ever felt as if
SHE was worth someone’s love.
Finding it hard to see,
There could be beauty.
She thinks back to why she feels so terrible.
Maybe it was the way
She didn’t plan to get involved with him,
Yet she still did.
Not drugged, not seduced,
But she remembers her body going docile,
And feeling as if she wanted to scream “NO”
But couldn’t move her lips.
She wanted for so long to forget,
But somehow,
The thoughts always trace back to that moment
When she began to correct to wrongs
That had happened upon her that day.
She would say,
“This time I’ll love him/her”
“This time will be different”
But it never was.
Only once had it been different,
And that one slipped away,
As she feel back into her pattern
Of wanting something more,
And soon,
Not wanting anyone at all.
And now she stands,
Writing, tears streaming down her face,
I AM BEAUTIFUL
I am beautiful
I…am…beautiful…