beauty becomes her

she played with her babies, her barbies, her dresses, and fancy shoes. she surrounded herself with pretty and pretty became her. she listened to them say how her eyes were so blue and her hair so fine. she heard them say, "you look like your mommy" and her mom was just so...so beautiful.

she grew a bit...not grown...but growing...changing, developing...and pretty became her. her eyes still so blue and her hair still fine. her babies and barbies turned to boys and still beauty enticed her. she listened to them say they liked her...she wondered why. they didn't know she was fun and smart and kind.

not quite a woman and no longer a girl...still pretty dresses and fancy shoes...but added to her beauty were so many things only she knew. no one seemed to see these- she wanted to give them, but could not seem to please. her beauty...the pretty...became her, but hid her from being seen by those looking for all she could give. they chased and they touched- they reached for the pretty- they took from the pretty- they stole from the pretty til she lost sight of the beauty she believed to become her.

beautiful body, beautiful mind, beautiful spirit- all of the kind that draws one soul in and brings healing to the mind..but she couldn't see it, she couldn't feel it, didn't know it at all. all she could see was the pulling, the tugging, the groping, the taking of her total inside. she'd been robbed of her beauty, her youth, her gift, her innocence- it did not become her- she had to hide.

slowly she began to see the truth behind the beauty she still believed in- it wasn't the pretty dresses, the fancy shoes, the blue eyes, the hair, the body or the way she walked around- turning heads and grabbing the eyes of the men looking as blind as they knew how to- at the width of her hips or the curve of her breasts. she knew it wasn't the way that she moved and hypnotized the sexed up man in her bed. it wasn't the pull that she caused when he walked by her- smelling her, needing her, and feeling he couldn't get there fast enough. this beauty was not the beauty she knew to become her- and that was beautiful in itself.

she believed in the power within her. she was confident that she could go anywhere, be anyone, and do anything, see anything, hear anything, and face anything before her. she knew the kindness and passion that exuded from her strengths. she realized the inner struggle that she was sure she could overcome. she knew the future that was hers, as long as she was faithful to follow after it. she saw the gift that she continually gave to those around her- her ear, her shoulder, her love, her strength, and her willingness to share what was within her. her faith was inspiring and her courage motivating. her spirit wanted more and that was beauty. that was beauty that she knew deserved more than a pull, a tug, or a grope. it was beauty that deserved the soul of someone beautiful enough to become her.