The song ‘Beautiful’ (2002) by Christina Aguilera inspired me to write this poem. Like all my music-inspired poems, I suggest playing the song{which I have embedded below for your convenience} as you read; it truly elevates the experience!

Beautiful – poem by Ruelha

I don't want to go out into the world
Inside my blanket, I want to lay curled
And hide myself
In loneliness to dwell

I fear nobody will accept me
When I look into the mirror, all I see
Is disappointment and shame
Mixed with tears and pain

I'd rather stay away from people
That is the best principle
I don't want to dodge more daggers
I'm already injured; and my walk is staggered
Yes, that used to be me
But, that's no longer my reality
Today, I don't mind you staring
Because I'm no longer comparing

I don't care about the models on FTV
I'll continue eating chocolate and ghee
All those airbrushed images in magazines
I'm not depriving myself to that extreme

This is my body; this is me
I no longer conform to the norms of society
You don't have to like me; you're entitled to a prefrence
But, I'm not using standard units of measure for reference

Scars on my body, scars on my soul
It's a package deal; I come as a whole
All my experiences taught me everything I know today
Sure, some were rotten, but I'm done denying anyway

You can either accept me for who I am
Don't be so concerned about my weight in kilograms
Or you can keep spewing and hurling out criticisms
But, there's nothing you can do to alter my enthusiasm
Even the most beautiful woman in the world
Facing the mirror, her insecurities unfold
Each and every girl, however asthetically pleasing
Sees negligible flaws and begins grieving

Sure, she may exuberate confidence in your face
But, through internal conflicts and countless debates
Much of what she sees is flaws
Most of which have refutable cause

Why be fixated on conventional beauty
Let's just focus on humanity and duty
It begins with self-acceptance, the cornerstone of peace
Gradually and eventually, those voices will decrease

You are beautiful, no matter what they say
As long as you attempt to get through the day
Let not words bring you down
Stand tall; don't let it slip - your crown!
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Disclaimer: This poem is purely literary. Please read it with an open mind and out of respect for the written word. To me, writing is my life. There is nothing I love more. I have a very creative imagination. Most of my poems do not hint at my life/situation. Kindly refrain from drawing such parallels. Much of what I write is purely fictional. Situations and examples may be hypothetical. I have always written about topics I am passionate about – Christianity, makeup, melancholic poetry, food, romance, women’s issues, soulful music, narratives, etc. Given the circumstances, my gender, situation, geography, etc., I feel the need to put up a disclaimer! Everyone is entitled to an opinion. But, please don’t interpret this poem in a disrespectful manner. Please extend me the grace of excusing typos if you notice any. I seldom ever edit due to time constraints. My written material may have references to various substances, none of which I promote. My writings contain material that may be unsuitable for children.

Lyrics of Christina Aguilera’s Beautiful

Don't look at me
Every day is so wonderful
Then suddenly it's hard to breathe
Now and then I get insecure
From all the pain
I'm so ashamed
I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down, oh no
So don't you bring me down today
To all your friends you're delirious
So consumed in all your doom
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The pieces gone, left the puzzle undone
Is that the way it is?
You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring you down, oh no
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring you down, oh no
So don't you bring me down today
No matter what we do
(No matter what we do)
No matter what we say
(No matter what we say)
We're the song inside the tune (Yeah)
Full of beautiful mistakes
And everywhere we go
(And everywhere we go)
The sun will always shine
(The sun will always, always shine)
And tomorrow we might wake on the other side
'Cause we are beautiful no matter what they say
Yes, words won't bring us down, no, no
We are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring us down, oh, no
So don't you bring me down today
Ooh-oh-oh, yeah
Don't you bring me down today
Yeah, ooh
Don't you bring me down
Ooh, today


  1. “Colorful and bright
    Love is always in sight
    There is no limit to which extend
    a simple act of kindness can spread
    You are a beautiful soul,
    leaving seeds of inspiration

    wherever you go”

    Such A Kind Young
    Woman From South
    Africa, Karlien, Wrote A Poem

    Dedicated to “A Beautiful Soul”

    And True Just A Couple of Days

    Ago A Faceless Avatar Dude Dictated i Write

    Like i’m Strapped Down in a Mental Institution

    And Then Another Dude With A Face Said i Wrote Like Whitman

    And Then Another Faceless Dude Said Whitman Would Surely Starve

    If He Wrote Like

    me and Indeed

    He Struggled to

    Eat Writing

    As America’s

    Free Verse Father

    of Poetry As Later Designated

    After His Poetry Was Described As Obscene…

    So How Will i Dedicate A Poem to Rue’s Soul

    You Know The Most Beautiful Part That

    Sings to me Inspiring Songs of Soul

    in Refrain What Gift is Greater

    Than Inspiring Another

    Soul Without

    Label Without

    Category Without

    Small Or Large Parts Sculpted

    Into Greek God’s As It’s True

    In Those Days of ‘Man Art’ Small

    Packages Were in Vogue in Straight Male Nude Art…

    Yet That’s Beside the Point Some Beauty in Essence of

    Poetry is So Much Greater Than Beauty of Form Never the

    Less the Art of the Human Body Has No Equal in God’s Free

    Hand Art

    As We

    May Present

    The Best Art of Us

    Both in Form And Essence True

    And TRue Dear Rue Through All the Struggles

    Pains and Pleasures in Life What Doesn’t Kill Us

    Indeed May Make Us Stronger Dear FRiEnD

    Do Feel Do Sense as I’m Sure You Do

    The Windows of Your Soul Need

    Never Grow Old

    The Breath

    Of Your

    Poetry May

    Only Grow Lighter

    And Younger In Spirit

    As Long As Your Soul of

    Poetry Continues to LiGHT Up

    Your Christmas Tree in New Colors

    Every Day Now my FRiEnD A New Creation of Soul You Are

    i Come Here inspired by Your Soul Reaping Such A Concise

    Mission Statement Phrase “Inhaling Peace Exhaling LoVE iN JoY”

    (At Least Google Says it Doesn’t Exist in A Search With Quotes Like This)

    That’s Just 6 Words Out of What Will Be 10,000,000+ Lord Yes Come What

    May on December 18, 2021, in 100 Months Of Effort in “SonG oF mY SoUL”
    And As An Avatar

    Online if i Did

    Not Meet

    The Avatar

    of You Poetically Online

    That Phrase Would Not

    Exist How Beautiful it is

    When Souls Connect Beyond

    Form Beyond Category And All Other

    Labels As Soul Comes to Page no Longer

    A Stranger Unto God Who Breathes Within my FRiEnD…

    Hehe, Meanwhile Out in the Wild on Tuesday Night As Katrina

    Observes the Wild-Life Watching my Public Dance A Young Woman

    Snuck Up Behind me And Literally Snapped a Picture of my Behind

    It’s True Katrina

    Said it’s

    Never Looked

    Better in 61 Years too…

    Yet it’s More True i for

    one Am More Pleased With A



    Butt Hehe…

    There Are Different

    Levels of Beauty indeed

    None Greater Than Soul mY FRiEnD

    And Of Course The Art of the Form of

    Beauty You Present is As Great as Any
    Goddess in Art Form As Well mY FRiEnD

    Yet, i’m Very Careful Not to Compare Women

    To Goddesses As Once i Tried to Compare

    Katrina to Egyptian Goddess Isis And

    She Got Furious Telling

    Me Not to


    Her to that
    ‘Ugly Woman’…

    i’ve Never Met An Ugly

    Woman my FRiEnD

    i Wish i Could Say the

    Same About Men Yet wait!

    There is “Majorie Taylor Greene” to
    Consider Yet That Surely Has Nothing to Do With Her

    Form For the Ugliest of God’s Creations Are Souls So Far From Love..

    Yet of Course Only Begging For the Salvation of Love Yet of Course only


    For the

    God of
    Real Love

    For Free Inhaling Peace
    Exhaling LoVE iN JoY For
    All of the World Oh yes Even

    “Majorie Taylor Green And Trump”

    AS Hard as It is to Pass those Names
    Through the EYe of the Needle of Love

    Sure They Are Human And Parts of God And Worth the Effort too…

    Shall i Ever Be Able to Touch Their Souls Probably About As Much

    Chance As The Folks Who Compared me to Someone Strapped in a Mental Institution
    And Starving to
    Death As
    A Famous
    Poet Writing

    Like me



    Less Loving

    Free Inheriting

    This Inhaling Peace
    Exhaling LoVE iN JoY NoW mY FRiEnD

    For It’s True For Every Person Who Attempts

    To Remove A Feather i Only Soar Higher in Strength of Soul Now…

    Haha Another One Suggested i Wasn’t Real, Another Suggested

    i Was A Tough Guy Online, And Still Another Compared me to

    “Pepé Le Pew” Describing The Smell of An Amorous Skunk

    Yet It’s Also True After Public Dancing for 5 Years

    Back in December of 2018 When A Video By

    A Voyeur Went Viral with 88,000

    Views All through the Halls

    of this Metro Area

    Not One Woman

    Out of 1300

    Comments Shared

    Assessing my Humanity

    Meaning and Purpose in

    Life Said i Was Anyone

    Less Than A Gentleman

    For All the Dance Hall Nights

    It’s True i’ve never been much

    of a Predator Can’t Imagine

    Wanting Someone



    Want me

    How Does That Even

    Work An Empath Will
    Surely Never Fully Understand
    Until They Lose A Golden Age of THeir Soul…

    And No i Will Never Let Someone Change me into A Villain Now…

    i’ll Stick With “Close to You” By The Carpenter’s And Not Even ‘Think’ to Look ‘Behind’…

    Unless Katrina Points it Out and i Laugh Hilariously Considering i Spent 66 Months

    As the Hunch Back of Notre Dame in a Car So Hot And Cold in too Much Pain and


    to Even

    Walk in the

    Door With Katrina

    Just Locked in a World

    Of Pain And Numb Wondering

    If Hell Will Ever End Forever Then…

    It’s True What Doesn’t Kill Us Will
    Make Us Stronger Yet Only if We Reach
    the Other Side of the Styx River Above For Real..:)


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