I think she's beautiful

I'm telling you you're beautiful

Words don't affect me much

I see them spewed and discarded so easily

Syllables dissipating into the next 

To speak about the mundane and everyday

I see your effort and I feel you care

I see your heart bleeding and your head spinning

Our existence is not always well received

Not everyone gets a welcome mat

Welcome mats are often trampled on and never washed

That's why we tread lightly and with grace not extended to us

I hear your heavy steps and your boisterous voice

They only see you roar and rebel

Weighted down by evil intentions from youth

Your voice echoes warnings to anyone who will listen

I see the way you move in the light

Refusing to hid in shadows gifted to you by familiar hands

Your smile leaves nothing to the imagination

Crying openly at injustice and missed opportunities

Fist full of rocks, wiping away angry tears 

My God you're beautiful