strictly speaking
by my own standards you fall short
of beauty: thick lips,
chipped cheek bones,
poke marks,
falling hair, receding hairline,
short feet, chunky hands,
unaligned eyebrows,
less eyelashes,
but look at you in the mirror
those cat eyes
looking for birds
of prey
ever ready to fight for
your rights
and the rights of the
marginalized, the oppressed
the poor and weak
by all means,
whatever physical defects you have
resetting standards,
now, i must agree
you are the repository of
invincible beauty
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