Who gets to call you beautiful?
Is it the man/ the woman/ the child/
the friend/ the co-worker/ the neighbour/ the random person you passed by on the
street yesterday?
Who gets to call you beautiful?
The one who broke your heart? Who lied?
Who left? The one who no longer stands by your side?
Why
on earth
would you ever trust the words or
thoughts or opinions of THAT person –
you know, the one who hurts and harms
and hates
the one who throws and casts out pain
and prejudice, damage and deceit.
Why
on earth
would you allow yourself to be weighed/
measured/ valued/ inspected
evaluated
so that you determine your worth
through tainted eyes?
Why do we allow that one to decide
our beauty, our worth, our value?
You know who gets to call you
beautiful?
The man/ the woman/ GOD/ the child/
the friend/ the co-worker/ YOU/ the neighbour/ the random person you passed by
on the street yesterday,
The one who built up your heart. Who loved.
Who stayed. Who always remains by
your side.
Why
on earth
wouldn’t you trust the words and thoughts
and opinons of THAT person –
you know, the one who holds and
delights in and supports
the one who cherishes and
understands, who shoulders burdens and shares life.
Why
on earth
wouldn’t you allow yourself to be valued/
cherished/ loved/ held/ honoured
respected
so that you determine your SELF
through the eyes of one who loves?
Who gets to call you beautiful?
The one who sees and knows your
heart.
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