the december colored girl // original poetry and essays

29 | sweetest

they say stretch marks

i say beautiful scars of lightning and thunder

they say cellulite

i say all the more softness to pillow people i hug

they say veins

i say rivers to carry life to every crevice of my body

they say no, you are not beautiful

i say yes, i am beautiful

because they can't taste

the sugar in the corners of my lips 

or the laughter on my tongue

and they can't see the fact that i am lovely

and a work of art

that is made of galaxies and stars

and music and sweet pea flower blossoms

but that's okay.

because i know i am. 

🗝️🗝️🗝️

words: 100

🎵 - on top of the world - imagine dragons