POEM STARTER
How could something so small take up so much space in my heart?
Compose a poem inspired by this question.
I wish I was beautiful
I wish I was pretty
but not just pretty
beautiful
not just turning heads
breaking necks
dazzling the room
so gorgeous that they aren’t even
able to take their eyes off of me
I want to be that kind of beautiful
to be able to look in the mirror
and smile at my own face
instead of focusing on the imperfections
the acne
the redness
the stray eyebrow hairs
the dry lips
the eyes tired of crying
the uneven smile
if only my skin were smooth
clear
brows fixed up
wearing a shade of lip gloss
that brings out my eyes
which stop their lonely crying
when I’m alone at night
because I can smile
genuinely smile
at my own beauty
I want to be that kind of beautiful
to be able to take pictures
without deleting them all
just because they’re not perfect enough
there’s something wrong
with my face
with my hair
I just don’t like it
I want to be able to post pictures
instead I’m just scared
that no one will actually like them
no one will say
“so pretty”
“gorgeous girl”
“you’re beautiful”
to have a hundred comments
validating my beauty and I
validating my friendships
to be not just loved but adored
heart-eyed emojis
from my friends
who are in awe of my beauty
just as I am of theirs
I want to be that kind of beautiful
to not be so insecure
as to run away from
any sort of potential of love
I close myself off
because I don’t thinks it’s possible
for a guy to think of me like that
I was wrong last time
and it hurt so bad
it still does
I won’t let it happen again
I won’t believe them
because eyes can lie
they do lie
guys don’t like me
not like that
it’s stupid
to think otherwise
I’m stupid
to even consider the possibility
I’m not pretty
I’m not conventionally attractive
and it’s fine I guess
but I wouldn’t hate it if
I had the confidence to think
hey wait
that guy likes me
something could happen between us
I know my worth
and turns out he knows it too
I want to be that kind of beautiful