It’s Araceli Montaño here! This post is for the girl from Douglas High School who wanted a copy of my “Baby You’re Beautiful” poem. I’m sorry I couldn’t get your name, but I appreciate you coming out and supporting what we do! Also, I was highly flattered by your comments and hope you were inspired to write something of your own! Thank you again!

Baby You’re Beautiful

Araceli Montaño

Rainbows and lollipops, smiles and gumdrops.
THAT is the sugar coated wall of defense built to protect this little girl;
the one with black pigtail braids and blue marked bruises
that lie upon her skin.

She sits- swinging herself at the park allowing the air to caress her face
and wipe away
her tears wondering why, daddy doesn’t love her
and instead of leaving her presents he leaves
her scars-
marks…that make her doubt innocent existence at 6 years old.

Baby You’re Beautiful.

Make up and perfect hair, tight clothes and sexy underwear;
the facade put on by every teenage girl, the ones who lay in bed at night and contemplate
to Lord Jesus Christ- “Why, couldn’t you make me perfect?”
Their pride should come from their inner genes, not the size of their jeans;
but fear of not having the curves of a coca-cola bottle or skin as flawless as Victoria Secret models
puts up the barrier that reads: Please accept me.

But Baby You’re Beautiful!

And for the seventeen year old girl whose mind is that of a boy,
but restrictions take over like strings of a marionette puppet,
pulling her back from saying the words
she’s afraid will leave her abandoned.
Closest friends, don’t have a clue- and every time she hears the words “gay, homo, crook-ed,”
her heart skips ten beats and she realizes why she just can’t be herself

But Baby You’re Beautiful!

So the next time, that you look at yourself in the mirror and face the only person that you will ever be- accept, the imperfectly perfect person that stares you down.
Embrace, every component that makes you different and forget, every heart-stabbing look of judgmental eyes that don’t deserve to take sight upon you.
Disregard, every ear-aching word flying from lips undeserving of one kiss and tell the reflection of your new self from your old:

Baby You’re Beautiful.

-Araceli Montano