when you looked in the mirror that last day,
what did you see?
did you see only the little broken girl
that you used to be?
did you think she’d remain wounded forever
unable to get out of her head?
did you ever hope that one day she’d live the rest of her life
instead of ending up dead?
did you ever consider, just once, that things
could have turned out alright,
maybe you’d had found someone to love like you once did
or maybe it was yourself all this time?
i wish you’d have waited to find out all the answers
instead of me asking them tonight
i wish you’d have given this life one more chance…
i wish you’d have put up a fight.
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her body tells her things
she doesn’t want to know
so many lies uncovered
no matter where she goes
that she has to do this thing or that
just to fit right in
when it only takes her the farthest
from who she really is within
when every scar is hidden
and every imperfection denied
her body never lies though
it uncovers every truth that she hides
and as her mind overrules her
and always undermines
her body tells her anyway
every single time
trust yourself, it says to her,
you know what to do
don’t listen to the naysayers
they’ve long forgotten their truth
it’s in your every heartbeat
and every word you say
it’s hidden behind your smiles
when you say, i’m okay
until you face the awful truth,
confront each self-fulfilling lie
your body will always tell its truth
till the day you let it die
2015 © Liz Madrid
We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?
You are very beautiful to me,
even with all the imperfections that you see.
The too-wide eyes, that loping smile,
the way you wear your hair, your very own style.
Don’t listen to what others tell you,
nor pay attention to what they say you should do,
each line upon your skin a mark of future correction.
Don’t they know that underneath it all, you’re perfection?
A nip here, a tuck there –
beauty at a price, everywhere,
but beneath all that is just decay.
Is that really the game you want to play?
So smile that smile and be brave.
Be yourself – that peaceful soul that you crave.
For you’re perfect just the way you are,
you’re beautiful beneath every wrinkle, every scar
Dry your eyes, and stop wishing to become
like everyone else, empty as a deafening drum.
Stop changing yourself to fit into what you think is true,
strive to be at peace with your soul – just…just be you
And as you look at yourself – so beautiful, so free,
unencumbered by what the world says is pretty,
acceptance can be the most difficult thing, but it can be done.
It’s a hard road, I know – that’s why I’m still undone.
She doesn’t see herself as pretty
like all the other girls
she thinks she’s plain and just a bit
pudgy around the edges
with too many curves
but her hair is long and thick
she likes to run her fingers through it
gray strands named for the pain
she’s overcome with courage
and sometimes, pure grit
she hasn’t painted her nails in such a long time
wishing to see their natural color
feel their texture and run her fingers against
its edges, always something new to discover
about herself, the one she’s long forgotten
hidden beneath over-sized shirts and jeans
and feeling quite common
like all the rest of her, she knows she’s just a plain jane
there’ll be no Botox, no nips nor tucks,
she’s left behind all the shame
for she knows she’s beautiful even in her plainness
each imperfection carved just right
she knows with them, there’s no one like her
her own goddess, it is her right,
beautiful in her own eyes
even when there’s no one else to see
through the old soul she knows so well
for she’s become the woman
she’s always wanted to be