My mother used to tell me
that I am ‘beautiful’.

But she’s my mother,
she has to say that…

Taught me
To appreciate the
Content of my make-up.
It’s where my foundation lies.

Even in this world where
‘Beauty’ is depicted
As having green eyes or silky hair,
I will not be afflicted.

As long as it don’t affect me,
Reject me, or expect me
To suffocate in my own skin.

I am beautiful.
It’s what my mother used to say.