Beauty

I feel beautiful when I'm alone

Or home

Home being a place with the people that do not make me feel ugly

And by their refusal to acknowledge my ugliness

They make me think I must in some way be beautiful

I feel beautiful

When I'm not thinking about it

And then I am, suddenly, in full realization of the beauty I am a part of

It is not marred and I am in it, so I must be, have to be, somewhat beautiful

I feel beautiful when I read

The pages opening worlds to me

This is my magic, and magic is beautiful, so I must be beautiful

I feel beautiful when I see his eyes

When he looks at me in a way that makes me feel like he sees my soul

In the way of another who is beautiful

I feel beautiful when I look for other's beauty

Inevitably found in their eyes

They glow with a depth that cannot be foreign to me

Because I am like them

With eyes bright like flames or stars

Humanity is beautiful

I am human

So I am beautiful