Beneath the glitter
Glow and shine
I am
Very Simple
But
Taught that plain
Is not pretty
By
So many well meaning
Florescent
Examples
Of femininity
Each of those lectures
Handed me a blade
A weapon to use
Either upon those
Ugly girls
Who didn’t listen
Or to wield against
Myself
So that I only
Would have to suffer
The agony
Of being
Pretty
I chose the
Latter
But now
I see the lies
Inside those sermons
For we are
All
Beautiful
In the skin
We were
Born
In