I Am Beautiful Poem by Fiona Khan

I AM BEAUTIFUL
I am Beautiful
From the calloused feet that trudges the tired Earth
To the ends of my hair
Split from grooming and frivolity

I am Beautiful
From the pointed tips of my breasts
To the sagging of them under the weight
Of suckling young and egregious gravity

I am Beautiful
From the gnarled nails
That toiled the soil
Caressed your torso
To the dryness of my skin
That maps the world of my journeys

I am Beautiful
From the overhanging layers of my waist
That bore the burgeoning of pregnancy
To the sacred lines of my belly
That stretched and blossomed under the weight of life

I am Beautiful
From the fine lines that etch my face
To the curtain behind my eyes
From the equator of my lips
To the tropic of my jawline
I am Beautiful
From the taught beauty of youth
To the wrinkled crevices of ageing
Each line and wrinkle a milestone
In the mountain and mole hills of Life

I am Beautiful
From the swaying gait of my curvaceous derriere
To the lilting swagger of my rounded hips
I am Beautiful?
I am Beautiful!