a non-Normative Beauty I know (sonnet)
She doesn’t care her lips red.
She doesn’t care her cheekbones high.
She doesn’t care she holds her head so tall and well bred.
She doesn’t care her nose so fine.
She doesn’t care her eyes wide
as lanterns in the lighthouse.
She doesn’t care her arms slim
as birch tree limbs in wind.
She doesn’t care her belly’s flat
as shore stretching along the sea.
She doesn’t care her legs are long as you could Ever find,
thighs rich and thick, slimming
as they progress toward her knee,
for she leads a life of the mind.
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