Beauty

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My mother is beautiful, Anette is beautiful, Kathy is beautiful. Life is beautiful. Children are beautiful. Time is beautiful. Grace is beautiful. She is strong and quiet and dark and intriguing and deep and pure, and young and fruitful.
Beauty is fruitful. The grace of a woman is fruitful. The fruitfulness of a woman is fruitful. The lessons given to a boy from a woman are fruitful; the lessons given to a girl from a woman are fruitful.
The richness, the boldness of a woman show her true character; her true beauty. When I die, only my true beauty will live on. Immortalized in my tribute to Anette, to Grace, to my mother. To the children I will never have.
Flying in limbo between heaven and earth. To accept the fate of unfruitful ness.
Beauty is in my culture in my mixed-ness, in my freckles, in my hair, in my breast, my curves, in my lips, in my…mind.
Beauty is Botanical Oils and Red Panax Ginseng and
Bare Minerals make-up which gives you some false sense of beauty.
Beauty is Patricia, it’s Karly, it’s Crissy – strong and over – worked and trying to accomplish fruitfulness. Or at least some idea of it. Brave, strong, free.
Some broad thought; unattainable by even the most benevolent being. How do you relate? How are you sexy? How are you intriguing? How are you nurturing? How are you a mother, a daughter, a sister, a wife, a friend, a boss!? How are you beautiful? How can you be beautiful? To struggle to be so many things. How can that make you beautiful?
A red ribbon, a pink shoe, a padded bra, a glossy lip color. A sensual sigh, an eye bat!
Who is? What is, true to you?
My mother is beautiful, Anette is beautiful, Grace is beautiful; without knowing, without will, without being anything, and everything, to someone else.
A woman IS beautiful. Flying between heaven and earth, with or without Botanical Oils, Red Panax, in Her Mixed-ness. In her culture. Sexy. Fruitful.

Mother. Daughter. Boss. Wife. Friend.
Just by the virtue of the fact that she is Woman. She is beautiful.
In her hair, her lips, her breast, in her mind…she is beautiful.
Mjl 11/22/12

Published by Sweet Brown Sludge

Poet, Lover of Life, Explorer of God's Earth.

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