An Object Of BeautyA Poem by Krystal ThomasShe was an object of beauty; An object of what the world deemed worthy of love. I never truly understood how the world could decide my future of heartbreak; Until you compared my imperfect human pores to the shadow of a goddess. Based on engineering perfection into reality, The world has skewed my face into something of the undesirable. Something of the unsettling feeling of settling. © 2016 Krystal Thomas |
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Added on June 4, 2016 Last Updated on June 4, 2016 Tags: beauty myth, society, imperfection AuthorKrystal ThomasLexington, KYAboutKrystal. 20. Junior at the University of Kentucky. Amateur writer. more..Writing
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