PAD #13: The Spirit Beautiful

We have been taught to stand before mirrors
in judgment.
Condemning every curve, roll and dimple of flesh.
Breasts heavy with the yearning to be free
of their burdened hearts.
When was the last time you found yourself beautiful,
Woman?

We are strident slashes on neutral canvases.
These bodies do not fit into ideal figures.
Failing imitations of media mannequins.
Rife with thinner and thicker than thou complexes.

If we are different
Our celebrations are more like martyrdom.
When courage is stronger than manipulation.
Society will grapple our identity, fondle our confidence
and co-opt our sensuality.
Strip and display it like
young women on poles.
Bone, blood and supple flesh
offered to indolent eyes.
Beauty is for the bartering
and there is no self value on the stage.

When are we going to come off the stroll?
Stop painting ourselves garishly or
fade lackluster.
Cease being walking ads for every product
claiming to induce beauty.
Producing nothingness
in the nexus of our beings.
How gorgeous is the girl
who knows her own soul?
Is not afraid to live by her heart
and not in the sight of others.
Radiating the natural glow of a woman
In love with herself.

Naked to no one, but myself
I brave the mirror.
Accept the imperfect reflection,
knowing this body is beautiful.
Battle scars like sacred hieroglyphs.
Soft parts like rose petals on pillows.
An earthen vessel filled with
the wine of life and brilliance unbearable.
The Spirit Beautiful.