"Beauty"

With so many different ideas on beauty, it's hard to be original. There's too many judges and not enough fair evaluation on the subject. Here's my view.

Dusty flesh

Clings to my bones,

Singing of freedom yet

Always chained to conform

To your time worn ideas

Of Beauty.

 

Your eyes are unforgiving,

Making up flaws

That never existed

But still cause

That little red beating drum

In my chest to dry up and crumble

Until I can’t feel it

At all.

 

Why do you want to make me feel

Inferior

Ugly

Denied

Alone?

Can’t you see you shouldn’t undo

Me, the one who

Has always been your

Unchangeable rock?

 

I am unmoving; DESPITE the wind and

Endless torrents of rain

That beat down on me

And wear out my face-

The very face you think

Should be

Plastered in white

And slathered with pink,

Just to show my “Inner Beauty”

So everyone can see.

 

Is there even a point

To bring that “Inner” out?

 

Its right where it belongs;

Inside,

So no one can take it away

And throw it

Onto the road,

To be trampled by the

Tactless judges

 Of the world.

Author's Note

Fonts are fun to play with when you're writing a poem! It adds a certain flavor and impassions the text where it would otherwise be bland.

Reviews

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

I learn a lot about your awesome piece. Thank you for sharing.