Beauty is But a Shell


Beauty is But a Shell
Beauty without intelligence is but a shell,
That you are a beauty—I know too well,
You are a queen (so one would think),
But you have never even dreamed,
And I, beneath your dignity,
Have hidden reservoirs of strength.
While you sit, boasting of decisions made,
I am about, living in this world,
Living dreams, living life to its fullest,
Knowing what I’ve done and what I’ve yet to do,
So what you decide does not affect me,
I will admire the brilliance of your beauty from afar,
Realizing that the beauty I see,
Is not for someone like me,
As time goes on I’ll watch your beauty fade,
And I, weary, blistered, torn, will be proud of the choice I made.

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