Love needs not Beauty
A poem for a friend struggling to see that someone can choose her even if all she sees are her physical flaws.
I define my attraction by perfection
The beauty I ought to behold
I hold captive to my flaws
If I don’t make dem jaws
Drop like it’s hot, feel like jalapeños
If I can’t see my niños
In my mind’s eye, looking like North West
If I cannot feel like bloom
Then God cannot do it
If God wont make East and West
Its not personal, He just doesnt waste His time?
He is self limiting
He won’t do this love thing for me
Because why?
It doesn't with sense, rhyme.
Why should God give me beauty
When I feel like her ugly twin
Never mind the lack of reality
Or the layers of tenderness
Etched within the being in me
The reality, my lies have been tools
They have shaped me into a cistern
Not for waste, I’m made to hold His joy
Men don’t want an hour glass
They want peace,
Men don’t see with a perfect lens
They see the expression of belief
They see what I see in me
Women say confidence is key
But they haunt after sex appeal
Make it make sense to me
No need, bro et boo
Because love has never been about sense
Love derives its essence from choice
Love prioritizes what God certifies
Except, what goes on in chemistry
Is blind to the naked eye
When God moves a soul,
He does so without your say so
So trust,
Trust not in your soul, or beau
Trust, in God to move the soul.
He makes good chemistry
And he don’t need physics