Beautiful

What if I don’t want to be beautiful?

What if I want to be strong?

Or brave?

Or kind?

Or smart?

Or creative?

What if I want to be more

than the limitations

of this present form?

What is the path?

Where is the fork?

When the first thing anyone sees,

is the last thing

I want them to think of me?

I am not perfect.

I am broken,

weak,

ashamed.

Your complements

make me wonder

even more,

what I am doing wrong,

that my value, is still,

and evermore,

in how I look,

not who,

I am,

or what,

I can do.