Look into my eyes
you will see faces
of all faces
of all faces
my embryonic no eyes
an infant crying
childish wonder
a ready teenager
liberated young woman
graceful older woman
the old woman
lined and marked
thru tears
laughter loss pain
ah
the freshness of birth
the ashes of death
food for the roses
so
when you say
‘ you are beautiful’
look to everything
I am
I’ve been
and
will be
and see that
that is you!