I am beautiful
I am beautiful
Despite the scars on my face,
The absent teeth
And the broken smile
I am beautiful
The broken nose bridge and the missing hair clump are really nothing to go by
I am beautiful
I will repeat, even if I’m the only one to say so
I am beautiful
I will tell myself, even if I evade the mirror like a coward
The first time was an impulse (atleast that’s what I thought)
But then,
The regularities grew
The extremity increased
And the want of a cause disappeared
To save non-existent pride and honour, I bore it all
Just like the many before me did,
With me do,
And after me will
I am beautiful
Though the blood clots tell a different tale
I am beautiful
I care not for the permanent limp
My mind plays games with me
Making habit clear all sensation of pain
And the numbness has spread right through my being
Turning my soul cold
And it still hurts, yes it does
Each time there’s a part of me that breaks inside
No physical torment can ever compare
To the agony of shamming your own identity
I am beautiful
In my field of memories of long forgotten moments
I am beautiful
In my dreams of paradise
I am beautiful
To me and my made-sightless eyes
I am beautiful
If just in my name –
I am beautiful
- Sabiha!
poem by Jovan Fernandes
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