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Beauty Poem: Voices of Four Women

Beauty is when something or somebody makes you laugh.
Nobody can stop you that time.
Like when I was laughing
And my mom said to be quiet.
She was reading a book. I could not stop
Because when I was trying to
I started laughing again.

Acknowledge over flowing
And what you have faced in life you have faced before.
So unto myself I remain
I remain forever true.

La belleza es compartir
Como compartir un techo
Con alguién que no lo tiene,
Un pan con un hambriento,
La felicidad con alguién
Que no la conoce.
Y todo lo ve de color gris
Cuando puede tener un aroma
Tan rico como a pastel,
Algo tan delicioso como para compartir.

Beauty is the mother of my eternal soul
Flowing through the red blood of my veins,
Giving me my inner peace
On the yellow rough road of life
At every turn I take in the forbidden forests of this life.
Where the taste of my own goodness
Dares to shine in the noonday
Of my ever-existing life,
Leaving the sweet smell of roses in the wake
of my own eternal mind.

La belleza significa una sonrisa
Como la sonrisa de un bebé,
De un niño, de un adulto, o de un anciano
Que tiene un olor a felicidad.
Y no hay nada que pueda empañar
Ni borrar porque es algo instantáneo
Fugar con un sabor muy dulce,
Un dulce que se disfruta de principio a fin.

Beauty is knowing who I am
No matter what is before me.
A truth of existence for myself
Found only in the reasoning of my first person.
My dad’s eyes were beautiful,
Brown as glowing amber stones.
Gleaming, as fire in a heart.
My dark places become my own
expectant treasures.

Beauty is the winding
sashaying walk of a woman,
leaving a blue streak of light behind her.

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