How are You?

Here’s a poem I wrote recently about a person’s introspection of their physical beauty:

 

I am Beautiful, aren’t I?

I have symmetric eyebrows and perfect teeth,

My nose is set right at the middle,

I have tiny nostrils, even when I breathe.

My lips are smooth, full and shapely,

They can be any colour you wish.

My smile is flawless and does not reach my eyes.

So tell me please,

I am beautiful, aren’t I?

 

But that bespectacled person over there,

Has poor eyesight and broken teeth,

They have large nostrils that are larger still,

Every time they breathe.

Their lips are dry, chapped and discoloured,

Yet, their smile is prettier than mine.

So tell me please,

I am still beautiful, aren’t I?