This poem by Muriel is conscious of its beauty. It's a call to appreciate what defines you. Enjoy!

CONSCIOUS OF MY BEAUTY

Am I able to tell that I am beautiful?

When my vision no longer sees my amusements

Can I recall my speech or is it my throatI hear in despair

Am I conscious of my beauty?

Twisting my tongue behind the walls of my teeth

Risen eyebrows in awe

Brighten by the sunshine of my face

Am I conscious of my beauty?

Having nothing to hold or weaves to hide

When my hair is forced to sweep my back untied

Do I have a glimpse of such splendour?

A conscious tone of my beauty

The sweet of my lyrics spoken

The chills of my touch lean felt

The humour and laughs only called to life

Am I conscious of my beauty?

Revelations canning mirror's lie

The shape of my listening ear, the taste of my lip tip

A peep of my rough edges on settled reflections side by side

Am I conscious of my beauty?

Wait!It isn’t the strokes of pencils or shades of colours

Stripping off every tattered thought

And dancing towards splashes of raindrops

Am I conscious of my beauty?

The sweet nectar of my skin, and the steam of my breath

The stretch marks on my behind I strained to sight

And tucking every last flesh into my bra

Am I really not conscious of my beauty?

I will wear a smile

Tickle my toes on the shores of love

And look to the heavens when my sun goes down on me

In the arms of nature;

I value my body, respect my mind and guard my soul with every bit in me

Because I am conscious of my beauty.

You should too.

Signs

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