Beautiful!

Maybe it’s the way her bodies shaped or the way she’s dressed? But if everyone was blind, how many people would you impress? The best couldn’t care less for tight jeans or a short dress. Or those shirts that expose what God told you to protect. And I don’t mean to sound rude, but how could you approve of any dude, who doesn’t mind sharing the whole world with you? And he don’t think you’re beautiful, he think your booty full. Glossed lips with make up on every single cuticle, and it aint cute at all, cause if those shoes hurt your feet, why don’t you just take them off. Some girls think that pain equals sexy, and if you got it show it off, but nobody even looks happy with those plastic smiles on. And those magazines are wrong, forget men and their songs love yourself first before you take anyone else on, and to love yourself is to love the one whom which all love belongs. There is beauty in creation, but the creator really got it going on. There is something seriously wrong, with pre-teens in thongs, and middle aged moms who cant see life move on. So they tell wrinkles to be gone, buy hair to make it long. You can’t keep it real, cause you dont even know who you are. You women are oppressed, forced to flaunt your thighs and chest, and before puberty, you already on a diet promoting nudity, like it’s some kind of natural science. But you’re a diamond, I shouldn’t even see past the glass cage unless I’m buying. But if you have no shame than do as you please. Cause what is beauty, but an extension of modesty?

So maybe she’s right, maybe she does deserve respect. Maybe she walks around feeling like a superhero with that scarf dangling from her neck. Maybe nobody is forcing her to wear it, maybe she would never leave home without it, and maybe she don’t care what people think, cause most opinions aint even valid. Maybe she feels free; maybe she has peace of mind, and maybe she’ll give you a piece of her mind if you step out of line, maybe she isn’t perfect, but maybe she’s trying. Maybe she is just taking things one day at a time. Maybe she laughs and maybe she cries, and maybe you would be surprised at everything she keeps inside. Maybe she hears every single word said by those cowards. Maybe she has no problem defying all those who doubt her. Maybe she is a warrior and the silence is getting louder. Maybe she wears that shield cause every single day is a battle. Maybe she is more than the skin she is in, maybe we should start learning how to love what’s within. Maybe God only knows all the places she has been, but maybe she comes back to him, again and again. Maybe she’s not afraid to die, just afraid not to live. Maybe I am not worthy of everything she can give, maybe she is kind, sweet, pure, gentle and suitable, and maybe, just maybe she is beautiful.

— Boonaa Mohammed.