June 30th 2008, late at night.
on topic Fresh Water Pearls
Who says beauty must be small, round, and glowing white?
It be a little flawed
like a freshwater pearl
It's not quite round.
It's not quite smooth.
but it's still beautiful.
it still looks lovely when strung on a string
next to beads that may not
be real emeralds
but are still beautiful
beauty is not defined in extremes.
not by who starved herself to be the skinniest
who bleached her hair to be the blondest
who wears the most jewels around her neck
who had the most plastic surgery to fix nonexistent flaws
perhaps the flaws are what makes us beautiful.
there is more beauty in that bump on her nose
a genetic reminder of the father she no longer has
there is more beauty in her dark brown hair
a subtle expression of her heritage
there is more beauty in my scars
memories of my biggest mistake,
there is more beauty in a freshwater pearl
the small, not quite round, not quite smooth little thing
than in the roundest, smoothest, whitest, most perfect saltwater pearl ever made
a child once came to me
and asked me my name
and promptly turned around and mispronounced it.
that was quite possibly the lovliest thing she had ever said to me.
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