You do not see the real beauty in me

You do not see the real beauty in me

You see it in my face

In the way I smile

But you don’t see it

When I’m quietly dying inside

 

You do not see the real beauty in me

You see it in my generosity

You see it in my ways

But you don’t see the cost

Of what’s given

You know not what I truly gave

 

You do not see the real beauty in me

You see it in my words

In the way I speak

But you don’t like them

When my harsh words

Touch your cheeks

 

You do not see the real beauty in me

You think I am easy to dismiss

But somewhere in your darkness

When all others have gone

I’ll be waiting in the abyss

 

You do not see the real beauty in me

You are blinded

When facing something so real

This kind of beauty

Does not fade

If well looked after

It will grow with age

 

You cannot see the real beauty in me

It is not in my face

It is not in what I give

It is not in what I say

It is not in how I live

 

Come

Walk with me

And chat awhile

You’ll soon find the real beauty in me

Is not what you can see

It’s in spite of everything

It’s who I choose to be

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

(Weds 24th0ctober 2018)

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