My lips …

My lips are not red, they do not scream for attention. But as you read on, you’ll find that they hold a power greater than any physical beauty. They hold the power to trap your mind, to captivate your thoughts, and to leave you lost in the words I weave.

I am not perfect; I do not hold the beauty that society deems desirable. But through my words, I am able to paint a picture of myself that is unique and captivating. I am a woman, different in so many ways, and it is through my writing that I am able to showcase my true essence.

As you read on, you will find that I am not just a collection of words on a screen. I am the verbs and nouns that make up my world, the movements that bring me to life. I am the embodiment of all that I write, and it is through my words that I am able to truly shine.

I may not be glorious in my reflection, but in the minds of those who read my words, I am a force to be reckoned with. I am a woman who lives for the present, who embraces each day with open arms. And it is through my writing that I am able to share my unique perspective with the world.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer

One thought on “My lips …

  1. I love this so very much Bia. Your lips have already woven a way to make heart. ❤️ Your a phenomenal orator with many poignant important narrative . Thank you

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