You’re Beautiful

Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?
Dark, fair, slim, thick and more, are the beauties we do awe.

My love, why so insecure?

You’re beautiful. Especially when you’re ‘being – you – tiful’.

Dark melanin goddess, fair sun shining splendour, slim, plump, big and the new age fit; Thick ladies, you’re gorgeous.

You’re worth all the attention you attract.

You’re worth turning heads for

You’re worth a second look

When your hair scrapes the length of your backs and rests on your bum, when you go wild and keep it short so we can drool over your lovely foreheads.

The forehead gang ‘lemme see your shouting!’

You’re to die for! -Well, Jesus already did.

Be – you – tiful!

It’s you we fall for. Not all the pretence you hide behind and certainly not the million layers of make-up.

You’re beautiful. You’re beauty – full.

I bet the sun cannot wait to feast its eyes on you tomorrow.
It rose in haste today just to watch you bask in her trillion rays of light.

You’re beauty – full.
Our Barbies, our Moanas, SnowWhites and Cinderellas, you might not be as strong as Avatar’s Katara, or as smart as Scooby Doo’s Velma, as curvy as Tiana, enchanting like Hercule’s Megara or even as cute as Lion King’s Nala but I can assure you’re still worth all the ‘wahala’.

Yes, You might be insecure about that nose, shape, pimple, your size, colour and more than words will allow but aren’t we all insecure about something?

I am about life itself.

Perhaps some low life of a guy who doesn’t know what he wants made you think so.

We apologise – I apologise.

You’re perfect
You are a masterpiece by God
Words would always fail us in our bid to describe your grandeur.

I always wonder what Adam said when he saw ‘Woman’ after his long sleep.

And she was without clothes too!

You’re adorable and it hurts when you think otherwise.