Your beauty doesn’t lie in your red velvet curtains
You don’t need to impress an audience before the production has even begun
Exquisite girl
You don’t have to memorize every line of “the top ten ways to get a crowd to crave you”
don’t let wanting hollow eyes persuade you
Your worth lies not in your proof
You don’t require statistics
or qualifications to shock an audience
Let your mere breath be the theatre score
Your hip bones the concrete set
You don’t need a bedazzled star at the top of your door
Don’t worry about what they see at first
They are irrelevant if they only seek to the read the cover
Exquisite girl you are the content
Your sense of wonder the opening act
Your innate mystery the rising action
and the big reveal
will be the lengths of your compassion
and in conclusion
the world will still demand a finale
fireworks, a sizzle or a bang
but when the stage lights are just too bright
know you don’t have to look far
Exquisite girl
the show begins and ends with the rising and falling of your chest
You are the award winning masterpiece
even when all the crowds have gone home