The following post is written by my daughter, Elya. I find her perspective quite interesting and challenging:
This poem is about aging and how, as women, we can be extremely harsh on our bodies as they change and go through what is a very natural part of life.Also, how we will do everything in our power to slow down and delay the inevitable. I am not passing judgement here. I am as guilty as the next:
“I Am Beautiful?” by Elya Filler
I speak from lips a crimson tint
Plump over teeth bleached white
An apple rouge colors my cheek
And erases my freckles from sight
JoDee Luna Art 
Simply like it!
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zygerina, I will pass on your compliment to my daughter who created the poem.Thanks for stopping by.
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