i wonder if when people see me, they see intelligence.

Do not label me as a pretty face, a naturally sexy being, a beautiful slim body with lovely features..please don’t look at me as just something to look at..I’m smart, you know. I could run circles around you in topics concerning a million-and-one different things..yet you see me and your eyes run over me covetously..you see my easy smile, dancing eyes, and open face…my firm and full bosom, my slight waist that tapers to my small behind…and you want to grab me. You think that you can have me…should have me..but you’re wrong. All those features are what God gave me externally..they are just attributes..what He gave me internally is what you should be focused on. There is a passion that blows through my body, an intelligence that zips through my extremities like the fastest bolt of electricity, an understanding of pain and suffering that affects the way i view and deal with others and also influences my temperament. Please do not look at me and call me beautiful..

..if you won’t see the beauty inside of me.