Mary,
Mary
by Maya Nitis
You
are so beautiful.
Your lean body, keen honesty
firm breasts, bold stare
blend into a gorgeous bouquet,
a rose named Mary.
Mary,
Mary
tough and strong
on the world and yourself;
your doubt beats down your back
like a weapon breaking your bones.
Your
disbelief is unfair
to that beauty in so many ways.
Playboy is fake .
It is a rotten stinking toy
for dirty boys
and
you deserve a man.
The pictures are brushed up,
illusions painted to hide the truth.
You are real, woman through and through.
Mary,
Mary
growing through a garden full of weeds
you rose up straight.
We've all got thorns.
You
have the most womanly body
and the dazzle of your curves
is obvious to any eye but yours.
Look harder, look past your thorns
quite contrary, you are beatific, rose.