" I " talks to " me "

From the mirror, the 'I' said, Stay there and get beautiful eyes
And 'Me' replied, no thank you I'd rather have eyes that can 'see' beauty


The 'I' said, your hands look bad Want some hand cream, make them pretty
And 'Me' replied, no thank you I'd rather create pretty things with these hands

Exasperated, 'I' said, your skin Could do with some touch up to make you glow
And 'Me' replied, no thank you I'd rather let a smile make my face glow

The 'I' tried yet again, take this perfume Spray it and look like you're fresh off the garden
And 'Me' replied, no thank you I'd rather walk in the garden to smell like I've been there

At the edge of its patience, the 'I' said Here is kohl, mascara, eye liner, define your eyes
And 'Me' replied, no thank you I'll let my naughty twinkle define my eyes

'I' attempted once more, look at your lips. They lack colour, here, take the lipstick
And 'Me' replied, no thank you I'd rather that a genuine smile adorns my lips

A last ditch try, the 'I' said If you're pretty and lady like, he will pay you compliments
And 'Me' replied, no thank you He already sees me for who I am, not how I look


And then, my eyes opened, Clarity flooded, sunlight streaming in What a dream, oh what a realization Prettiness gave in to beauty, let my day begin 

With valuing me, for who I am And what I can do with what I have Brightening my inner glow, shining With radiance of my inner beauty.......