True Beauty

By Abena The Village Girl

True Beauty

 

True beauty is sad

Never bad

For her

Lies a state

Of tears of joy

Or tears of pain

For hers

Lies a task

Balance

For hers is the blissfulness of woman hood

Before motherhood

True beauty is too free

She imprisons herself

Appears divinely measured

Like time took its time for her creation

All want to abide with her

But step over her

Their selfishness an externality of themselves within

True beauty is simple

Natural is she

Imperfect perfection

For the mind of logic, no conception

For the mind of truth, no apprehension

True beauty is sad

True Beauty is me…