Are You Beautiful Yet?

What question does the mirror answer?
Is it of scars or the frail skin?
Last time the world saw your face
Dragons were beautiful
Kiwi was the sun.
Heed the cursing axle
And ask your heart to find grace.
Release the hurt deep and therein.
Don’t ask questions meant for the maker.

Pray for the tongues that judges God’s work,
engage their bellies in prayers.
Disdain from giving a name
respect the shade you see.
Cry when you’re ugly.
Accept your type for free
entertain wars that can blame.
Do not drown in question affairs,
Pretty stones do not call rock a jerk.

Ruddapoet