Naïla Bensaïfi
Contributor
Because jealousy is the greatest compliment
I keep looking at my brindle eyes in the mirror, as if waiting for them to turn sapphire Sometimes, I don’t see what the painters did
When they discovered us
People thought they were painting sensuality
People thought they were painting beauty
Today, that very concept deviated
No one should have defined it
Because now, I only see what today's world has to shame
Staring at the mirror, yearning to see a difference each time
The face looking back at me does not understand why I visit her so much
Maybe because I grew up with no familiarity around
Maybe because all that’s around me are pale faces and translucent eyes
There!
That is where jealousy was invented
The root of it is their gleaming hair
Is that what the painters would have liked?
Surely
So, I’ve tried to calm mine down
To Trap it
To tell it to stop its crazy patterns
Do not reproach me that, I was never the only one
I was never the only one to wish a smaller figure
I was never the only one to wish her nose hump gone
I was never the only one to wish for lips that could kiss the sky
I was never the only one to be jealous
I ask you to not deny it but to stay flattered
Because jealousy is the greatest compliment