Pretty

How i see social "beauty"

pretty



Pretty is a cancer,
a dancer on the dead mans grave.
Pretty is a cancer;
vanities cripple,
a wrist cut, starvation slave.

Pretty is a bird in the middle of the road.
Ready for deaths kiss
in suicides subtle mode.
It waits eyes beady,
nervous, wide.
When the car hits it,
tries not to be surprised.
Tries not to ask about the worth of life.
Tries to ignore the why.

Pretty is a disease
cut through to the core.
Tears at the arms,
fingers slammed in a door.
Like a drug pushes the user
always screaming more.

Pretty is unconvinced,
the land struck bird with wings.
Pouting lips
and figure thin,
truly unnecessary things.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Bravo bravo bravo... I have always stood against so called societies ideas of beauty... why we can't appreciate the natural beauty of a person and realize whats inside is more important...

this is raw gritty and powerful... the in your face attitude i love.

[~angelalala~]

"Tries not to ask about the worth of life.
Tries to ignore the why." i love this poem. such a deep, intense write. just the metaphor of a bird being squashed in the road as 'pretty' is chilling. then the last lines, tying it together. 'pretty' only an adjective i hate. only regarding the outside of a person. not their value, not their self-worth, not their inner beauty. this poem describes exactly how i feel about the word. a truly intense & honest write.

[brittneymarie]

this was very good and raw :]

I like your creativity
Some people see beauty in different ways

Great peice

,Brittney