Call Her
Think back to when you first felt the flutter of butterflies doing acrobats in your stomach
The first time you looked at a girl and somehow knew she was special
Think back to when you'd time your entrance just right just so you could stand next to her in the cafeteria line
Think back to when the first reason you liked her was simply beause you did
Because being near her made your palms sweat and all you wanted was to maybe hold her hand
Think back to when getting her to smile, to laugh, was the best feeling in the world
Like the shore, she was the ocean
And you could just listen to her happy coos for what felt like forever
Think back
Now remember the first time you described her looks before her personality
When you told your friends about the curves of her body rather than the curve of her smile
Think back to when you just called her fine, sexy, thing
Think back to when you first reduced her to that one single word as if that was all that mattered
Hot
But Hot is dangerous
Hot goes with age
Hot is jealousy
Hot is a face you won't see without makeup
Hot is shallow, objectifying
Hot is a one night stand
Hot is the way she moans
The way she calls your name at night, but forgets it in the morning
Hot is a constant chase
Hot belongs to everyone
But beautiful...that belongs to her
Radiating from within, Beautiful cannot be taken away by others
Beautiful stands on her own
Beautiful is strong
Beautiful is kind
Beautiful is her face when she first wakes up
Beautiful is all her vulnerabilites
Beautiful is the way she remmebers all your favorites
The way she cries at happy endings
Beautiful is play fighting on the couch and messy hair in the wind
Beautiful is sweat pants and take out with a movie
Beautiful is a future
So don't you dare even think about stripping her to that one single word
Just to leave her in society's skin tight perceptions and low cut, revealing insecurities
Don't you dare undress her without addressing her properly
Call her what she really is
Beautiful