She didn’t know she was beautiful.
She didn’t know she was beautiful.
She tried on beauty from time to time, but it never quite suited
Floating compliments from his predecessor appear a bit diluted.
She knew she was a knowledge seeker.
Leaving the library, with books piled high, as she plainly walked
She felt beady eyes as thirsty men unmistakably gawked.
She didn’t know they didn’t care.
Apathetic in the research she was conducting or what enthralled her
Focused on the mystery within her seams and if another has solved her
She didn’t know she was lovable.
Lust was the only gesture portrayed by men that paid her interest
Paid her tab while crossing thin lines of which they won’t desist
She didn’t know she was worthy of forever.
Of all the hearts that shied away, her husband took the cake.
The diamond ring, symbolic of their love was appraised fake.
She didn’t know she was smiling.
She couldn’t feel her face or the forced steady exterior
Her fractured world spun on its side, orbiting her inferior
She didn’t know she was breathing.
Until her chest lifted above the travesty from low-blows
Resilience is a characteristic she’s unaware she shows.
She didn’t know she was beautiful.
Promises etched in creek-side stones never fluttered to fruition
So alone in her bathtub, she’ll soak in her ambition.
