BABY-

To all the girls 

Who were told 

That beauty, was nothing more,

Than an outside viewers spectacle.

Your skin is perfect,

Your bones are hand crafted.

No matter what it is on top.

There is nothing more ugly 

Nothing more tragic and flawed In life than to think,

These things matter, 

in any proximity 

To your strength, moral, intelligence And fearlessness.

The genuine human grace

That drapes your ancestors,

Your shining glory of truth. 

All of the veracities of your soul,

Create an unhinged, 

Unapologetic rise 

Each morning.