
They’ll tell you to smile,
Sit still, look pretty
They’ll tell you to focus on your looks
That itty bitty waist
Your eyes, your lips
They’ll tell you
Your greatest treasure
Is the size of your body
The length of your legs
How much you cover up
How much you don’t
And it just begs the question
Am I only worth
How pleasing I look?
What about all the books I’ve read
My degrees, my awards
What about all the things I’ve said
And am yet to say
No.
My greatest treasure is not
The clothes I wear
My curves, my breasts
Because there is so much more
You’re yet to see
My greatest treasure is
The words I write
The stories in my head
Struggling to be the best version of me
My greatest treasure is
My friends, my love
My happiness,
And I believe
That there is so much more to me
Than the superficial stain of
External beauty
Because my greatest treasure might be
My lips, my hips and my stomach
But only for the multitudes they contain