Teach Her These Things

Teach her these things 
Tell her about the word beautiful 
Tell her she owns it 
Please tell her this as often as possible 
Before she finds comfort in the home of needles and skin pads 
Tell her that her nose is perfect 
And her front/backside flawless 
Tell her that her earlobes will still hold much the weight of her beauty without making it look like a fancy block 
Help me tell her she's an artwork sculpted by God 
But mosttimes we collapse when we try to be our own architects 
Tell her there's nothing wrong with fitness 
But the emergence of muscles and biceps is fruitless 
For she's made tender and delicate 
And she's best that way 
Teach her to accept herself as a whole 
That she's a pack of nothing short of awesome 
And when those lines begin to stretch themselves
Let her know, that God just signed his seal on her 
Let her know that lightning just made a debut on her skin 
Let her know that nature just found home 
Tell her that those freckles are imprints and sprinkles of grace 
Teach her these things