RELATIONSHIP Poem: The “P” Word, by Hannah Dodero

Don’t call me pretty, it’s not genuine.
If I rated myself
I’d say I’m a modest five.
But why diminish a person,
confine them to a number?

Someone who’s cultivated a life.
Navigating trials and triumphs;
persisting like a steadfast oak.
The dragged out hours studying,
endless hours of melodic pursuits,
hours immersed in written word.

Don’t call me pretty
forego the allure of mere aesthetics.
Declare! My poetry as captivating;
whisper to me how,
my stanzas enrapture you,
Inquire about my favorite novel;
ponder with me how the themes
relate to the contemporary.
Commend my fortitude
acknowledge the depths of my intellect,
sit with me while I unfold my genesis.

I transcend the confines of a number
as a rate, on a scale, on my pants, on my bra.
Immutable, it was inherited at my birth
don’t look for my beauty outwardly
you won’t find it.
Let me seduce you with the beauty
of my coruscation.
And in return entice me with yours

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