What the Woman Doesn't See

A poem for those women who do not realise how great they can be and already are.

What the Woman doesn’t see


The reflection in the mirror
Is a beauty to behold
A radiant image
So striking, so bold
But the woman doesn’t see

Desiring at the same time
To be admired and yet not seen
She fusses over how she looks
And leaves as a beauty queen
But the woman doesn’t see

She doesn’t see her whole self
Only every imperfection
And when it comes to compliments
She is a master of deflection
Oh! What the woman doesn’t see

That she is a beauty
Is clear by every object measure
But being told that
Does not bring her any pleasure
What the woman doesn’t see

The power that she has
To dominate a room
Simply by her presence
She can lift the gloom
But the woman doesn’t see

Instead she stays so small
So quiet, so mild and meek
The star spotlight
She will never seek
Oh what the woman doesn’t see

Rejoice in your image
Treat it as a gift
For you to bestow upon the world
However you see fit
And then perhaps you’ll see
What a woman you can be