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She’s beautiful you know
The kind that everyone can clearly see
Something that goes beyond skin deep
And that brings out the hatred
The ones who attack
Who claim her beauty isn’t real because it fails to fit in
When they are somehow spending the entirety of their energy trying to destroy it
Because it’s dangerous to them
Not because she’s ugly,
She’s not
Her features cause maidens to swoon
Men to fall over and backwards
And those in between to turn their heads in awe
But this is also because her beauty means something
It means that she has stared death in the face and won
More than once
It means that her world crumbled, and she is still standing
It means that though seemingly everyone wants her to be a small little folded thing
She’s not
She is unfolded and taking up all of her beautiful, glorious, wondrous space in a cacophony of compassion
And that is something more than beautiful
It’s magic
And yes, you can see that magic in her eyes
You can just see her glowing from the inside of her skin
And it makes you feel
Safe to be you
At ease
Full of cause
Or
Uncomfortable
Out of control
Afraid of the other
Whatever it is you feel
You feel it strongly
So strongly it changes you in some way
But this is the mark of Greatness
That no one leaves their presence unchanged.
So, they dwell in this greatness
And bring the light into our world
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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