A Star Upon Earth
Once upon a time there was
A girl.
Perhaps this should be the end of the story,
Some people certainly think so,
But if you dare to read on,
Maybe I’ll indulge in telling you more about
This girl,
A girl,
Who doesn’t necessarily call for a second glance,
As you pass her on the street,
No.
She’s rather ordinary I suppose.
Except what you don’t know,
Is she dances among the stars in her dreams
And basks in the light of supernovas,
Daring the force to move her.
Her life revolves around a note of
Spontaneity,
Which she plucks from the string of
Curiosity,
Resonating as she travels the seven seas
And discovers the wonders of the world in the stories
She composes from the mist of people
Screaming for their tales to be told.
The strength she holds
In every cell of her body
Does not show itself in her biceps
Instead,
It manifests itself in her core, propelling her
forward
With the power to move mountains.
She leaps upon the clouds,
Playing among the birds and singing
Until her voice escapes her
Blown away by the wind
Enticing her
To Fly
I suppose she’s ordinary
To those unable to see the stars
upon Earth
Those who cannot see the stars,
Are blind to the beauty
Before them,
They refuse to see
The brilliant luminensence in her eyes
When she smiles
Or the happiness
in the echoes of her laughter
That make her
Beautiful
Beautiful
What is beautiful?
Who has the right to define beautiful?
To me,
It is a social construct that thrives upon the
Discrimination
Of people who do not fit society’s ideals
Many people
Beg the heavens, upon their knees,
Beg the doctors, who wait with a scalpel at hand,
To make them
Beautiful
Why should you change,
For society
When the universe loved you enough
To make you the way you are
People might stare at the white streaks upon your legs,
Upon your arms,
Upon your stomach,
That flash across your skin like lightning
In the night
They might stare at the pimples
That have created a home
Upon your face
Or the tiny roll of stomach that
Protrudes
When you sit down to eat,
The roll that manifests the
Disgust
That you feel when you eat,
Desire
For a supermodel’s body,
Or Dread
When you realize that you cannot be
What society
wants you
to be.
But don’t submit to the
Cruelty
That society subjects you to,
For you are beautiful
No matter what size
What shape,
What color,
What ethnicity,
You are beautiful.
I know that words upon a page
Engraved by black ink
Might not make you believe in your
Beauty
Or the radiance of your smile,
Or the brilliance of your personality,
But believe me,
Trust me,
Listen to me
When I say you are
Beautiful
Despite the pimples,
Despite the stretch marks,
Despite the differences that society,
Rejects
Or calls imperfections
Because those “imperfections” are what make you
Beautiful.
.
.
.
Once upon a time there was
A girl,
A girl,
Who doesn't necessarily call for a second glance,
As you pass her on the street,
Who questions her beauty
And wonders who can see her flaws,
This girl
Is beautiful,
No matter what imperfections mark for body,
So admire her beauty,
Take a second glance,
Tell her she's ravishing,
Because at the end of the day,
We're all beautiful,
luminescent,
Stars
Upon Earth