Some poetry by me

Ok so here is a poem I just submitted for my Creative Writing class....I'm a bit nervous because it's the first poem I've ever written and next week in class I have to read it aloud and be critiqued by my other class members for the ENTIRE class period. I just have to sit there, be quiet, and listen to a bunch of strangers critique me and my writing. So I wanted to get this out on here and see what you think. Thoughts? Comments? Thanks :)

Beautifully Broken

She’s not that smart,
But she is that beautiful.
Strutting her long limbs,
Head held high,
Honey-colored hair
Dancing in the sunlight.
Feeling their watchful eyes,
Their lusty gaze,
With every move.
Knowing they worship her,
Desire her,
Need her.

She’s not that smart,
But she is that beautiful.
Dew-drop skin that glistens
Like the clear night sky.
But no one knows the dark pain
That devours her
Every time she is stripped
Of her dignity.
Leaving her aching,
Throbbing
As she is ripped apart
And tactlessly thrown back together.

She’s not that smart,
But she is that beautiful.
A creamy white statue of perfection
As they approach her
Like hungry vultures
Circling their prey,
Pecking and probing
Until the feast has been furnished.
Lying motionless,
Biting back tears,
Knowing they won’t stay away for long.
They will come again.

She’s not that smart,
But she is that beautiful.
Long, lustrous hair
That gleams like a mink coat.
But tossed around like a child’s play toy,
Used with the carelessness
Of an old penny
That’s constantly changing hands.
Thirsty for affection,
Hungry for devotion,
Starving for attention.
Love she has never known.

She’s not that smart,
But she is that beautiful.
Eyes that cut like sapphires.
Drowning in a vast sea
Of hopelessness,
Only the ebb and flow of the tide
Keeps her alive –
Creeping towards her,
Then slowly retreating back
Teasing her,
Biding her time
Until one day it will swallow her.

She’s not that smart,
But she is that beautiful.
Velvety lips stained blood-red.
Lips that will never speak
For herself or of her dreams.
Lips plagued with fears,
Insecurities,
And loneliness
Unspoken.
Lips that will never whisper
How ugly she feels.
She is broken.

She is not that smart,
And she is not that beautiful.