By Alicia Cobb
It’s a complex
Beauty only goes skin deep
You heard your mother say it
Didn’t listen
Doesn’t pertain to you anyway
But when the golden strands turn gray
And wrinkles set in
There’ll be no need for a mirror
When we can’t fit into those thigh boots
And we have too many rolls
To fit in that tank top
What will you replace
In the empty spaces
Conversations about
Who you know
And where you’ve been
It’s a complex
I can’t even begin
Baby girl
I wish I had a mirror
That would reflect your soul
Because that
Pretty girl
Is what makes you whole
Not perfect pictures
Or the likes
Or millions of friend requests
Let your brain do some work
Allow your beauty to rest
Beauty is and forever will be skin deep
One day it will be put to a test
