I see the pain in you that others can’t see;

I see the angelic light of your beauty;

When you speak, I listen intently;

Where they see chaos and dysfunction,
I see, beautiful intricacies.

When they call you whore,
I call you a gorgeous woman
whose depths are yet to be explored;

When they say they hate you, I say, I love you.

When they turn you away,
I take your hand and tell you to stay;

When they whisper vile utterances,
I tell you how beautiful your aura is.

When they call you worthless,
I hold you in my warm embrace
with your head against my chest
and tell you that you are worthy of true love
and nothing less.