The beauty of vulnerability grants protection.
What is beautiful beckons with a silent boast,
Is loud in a graceful way.
It isn't like Beauty to be one with the whole.
She knows that her truest form is in her scarcity.
Her brilliance where brilliance cannot be found.
And she remembers when she was invisible, undetectable, underground.
She remembers the time it took for her confidence to grow,
The busybodies who took a glance, and didn't cut her down.
It is the very shell she used to hide in that feeds her spirit everyday.
What is beautiful knows when it's time to bloom.
