Spread

She wasn't conventionally beautiful, 
Of that she was abundantly aware.
Her nose too pointy.
Her body too spindly.
Her legs too long.
She moved more like a praying mantis than a woman. 
But she loved what she saw. 
She loved the way her body moved and folded in on itself.
Her contortions made her feel powerful.
She didn't give a damn what others thought with their judging eyes...
That was her super power...
That's what made her different; different than the other women,
Those running around with make up and surgery
Trying to fit into some sort of mold. An assembly line of faces. 
If they don't love you - the outside won't make them.
Maybe for a minute,
When they desire you - a possession - when they try to conquer you...
But not really. 
This is what made her great. 
This is what set her apart. 
This is what she wished she could spread.