She was beautiful,
But not the type of beautiful that required crimson lipstick to accentuate it,
Or various powders to define it,
Or a hollow pout to perfect a hollow smile.
Her beauty was not skin deep, for it touched every branch of her soul,
From her fingertips to the deep, dark recesses of that beautiful mind of hers.
I could talk to her for hours on end, without ever growing tired of the universe within her eyes.
She was a hurricane of chaos and calm, of brilliance and tranquility,
Yes, in everything she said, and did, and was, and breathed,
She was beautiful.
Sadia Ahmed, 2016