Inner Beauty
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People think of beauty as looks,
which will always be temporary.
You see her from the outer view and say she is beautiful looks-wise,
which she is,
but you do not see the beautiful side of her that I do.
Part 1 of a 6 part poem written to my mom using different
body parts as a guide to weave each poem together.
This one depicts her eyes & mouth.
A deep dive into the ocean
(INTRODUCTION) (Skip below to read a description of my mom to help understand
the poems.)
The next 6 poems I write are about my mom. My mom passed away when
I am that badgering caterpillar of ugliness,
which tries to come again and again,
You keep plucking me,
As a young girl I'd "see"
That the little white girls around me
Were what I should achieve to be
Straight hair, colored eyes
And skin shades lighter than mine
It's who she is that makes her beautifuland not her looks that make her glowBut her soul shines through her fleshlike the sun that beams against the iciclesUniquely designed snowflakes intricately combined
I am a pestering weed of ugliness
The one that annoys you
By breaking up your pristine landscape
You pluck me before I am fully grown
Stubbornly, I return
Again, you pluck me from the earth
I need a job
I need a life
I need you
Far from perfect we are born
With some of us feeling more privileged than others
The one commonality we share is disappointment
She's broken, yet still beautiful
Can't she see?
Her purpose here is meaningful
Without her there'd be no me
She was in the dark
But I shined her light
It sparked her inner flame
She could have asked for anything: Diamonds,Dresses,Dainty Delicacies. But she knew None of those things mattered.She had all she needed:A father's love,A mother's memory,Her beloved books. But there was one thing she wanted,Something so fleeting,
Why do you love me?
Is it for my body?My looks?My charms?
Or does your love run deeperResiding just below the surface,somewhere deep inside your heart?
She smiles glass shards, spilling from her tongue
I do not smile back, blood spilling from my mouth
Neither of us swallows back our grievances
Beauty: From Me to You
Dear lover,
I wish you could see the beauty in yourself
The constant radiating aurora
No you don’t need any Sephora
She told me "you will not be much of anything,
People just look right through your frail bones
You will never make much of a difference because
You will end up very cold naked afraid alone
I've always been tiny, a small little peach.
I'm used to the bottom, the top I can't reach.
Always looking up because there is nothing below.
Praying and hoping, that one day I'd grow.
The worlds a stage and we are just mere actors, But the stage is too large, the lights to bright The audience won’t like us if we aren't just right Just the right amount of funny, pretty, smart, kind We panic under the pressure but it’s all just
Downgrading someone’s beauty because of the shade of their skin?That’s like loathing a flower for the colour of its pigment.Lessening someone’s attractiveness because of the texture of their hair?
Our Beauty
Is always being judged
Or criticized by the human eye
Beauty of today’s society
Forces us
To meet all its FOREVER...changing expectations.
Pushing us
To all look the same
Dark shadows underneath those
frosty blue eyes,
smudged with jet black mascara
from a long, hollow night.
The wind blows relentlessly,
the world is still asleep as you
trudge the streets that
Today is today, I mean that's what everyone says. But today is the day that I hide , in the shadows, faces of you are revealed in my sight. I'm afraid to ever walk in those steel doors, because with me you have no insight.
Diseases, diseasesKeep me with Jesus.
My name's not punk,Nor am I junk.To give you a start,I have my own heart.
To be beautiful is to feel comfortable in your own skin, to not care what other people h
The hours she spends to be perfect,
the hours tries to cover her flaws.
She cannot see the beauty within,
she only sees the ugly outside.
If only she could leave the quarrel;
just disappear into thin air.
When you look at me what do see?Do you see an original or do you see a copy?
Do you see beauty or do you see ugliness?
When you look at me what do you see?
Do you see a rich person or do you see a poor person?
We live in a world where double standards bloom around us
Waiting for the picking
Like fresh lillies in the spring time.
If you have acne, you're ugly
If you don't, you're stuck up.
The difference in me is great, the becoming of my life will bring me to my fate, the mysterious I have for myself brin
If only they knew , if only i could say..i hate coming to school everyday.
Not because of the lunch, or the switching my class rush.
I am reaching out to youBut you cannot or will not hearCan’t you see that I am in need?You look without seeing my tears I am so lonesome. All by myself
It can come on slow and it can come on fast
Sometimes you’d never know it’s even happening
Your palms start to sweat and your heart is about to burst
Used to be friends our first year
Fast-forward, I’m standing here
Halls are deserted, no one in sight
Here you come from behind and body check me on the right
That’s how it started
She may have finally done it
She may have finally found her path
The sky blue comforter was appealing,
But with deep thought,
She found that its arms of cotton,
Its pillows of visions of fantasy,
There's a saying.
It's quite old.
There's a saying.
That's often told.
"Sticks and stones may break your bones,
but words with never hurt you"
I don't believe that this is true.
She was a very young girl
Life just started it would seem
About fifteen years old
Life being torn by the seams
I'm a glass house.
Just take a glance, you'll know if I'm home or not
Maybe a light is on, music is playing
Peer a little deeper to be sure that I'm not
Survey my windows to see if you can find me,
Living in darkness seemed the best way
Light never reached my face as I lay
As the fabric of life seemed to fray
Hateful words spoken in spite
Light was no longer in my sight
A young girl is brokenThat poor girl shed tearsThe little girl is leavingNo one even hears
Crying, she falls asleep at nightWaking up seems to be a curseNo one ever loves herMaybe its time to go home
There is no day that goes by
I feel angry with the world
I sit quietly in my room
I pray for a better tomorrow…
How would my life be
Without fear and sadness?
How would it feel to be
Maybe it's time, that I give you a simple rhyme. A reason to listen, as my eyes glisten. I'm tired of the lies, those that binds and ties; my very soul from becoming whole. I may not be the poster child, but I wasn't raised up wild. Don't mock
Your thumbnails are very beautiful, I’m sure you think so too;
You must be very proud of them, gorgeous, pink, and small;
I can tell you love them very much, because staring at them is all you do.
Say what you want, do as you please
for I know that whatever you doin ain't
gonna happen to me. You can scowl,snarl,
and glare but I'm untouchable like the air.
You may say your wicked taunts and do your evil
Isolated from your peers,
alone and rejected,
different from the others,
you feel diseased, infected.
it's impossible to change everyone,
difficult to get it through their heads,
Chains
Chains
clinking metal frozen
wrists bound
reaching for freedom
no key to set me free
or strength to uncuff
Sticks and stones break bones,
And they aren't always alone,
Cause sometimes words hurt even more,
Leaving behind a heart truly sore,
And beating three beats behind,
I am the ugly sister. These are the words I can’t escape. I cannot escape the rejection, or the hate. I am the one that no one comes to claim. My sister says the muffin top will go away, that I need to work harder.
Your subtle whispers
scream in my ears
exclaming hate
pronounce my fears
I can see your staring eyes
looking through me
judging, spreading rumors
lies
But I am strong
ou claim to know me. Yet you don’t see my pain, my suffering, my black, shriveled up excuse for a heart. All you see is the smile, the overweight child, the kid that sits alone at lunch. You claim to know me.
Cradled by solitude
Because of other's attitude
Death, depression, and disfigurement do a bully make
Leaving destruction in wake.
Take a soul, bottle it up
Pour out a wretched thing.
All my life I've been silent, Never let out a peep
Even when tumbling down hills, rough and steep
Before I cry out in pain, I hear my mother's voice
Hush! Be quiet. Don't complain
When I go to church
Because The Sound Of Voice & My Lips Were Close !
You Told Me Just Repeat "Strawberry" My Heart Beat 100 Miles per hour!
Not Knowing How and When To Say it !
Poor Child only 9years old !
She’s kind
Though she never really says much
She smiles
Though it never really seems real
She laughs
Though she never really seems to enjoy being around
She’s here, doing what she has to do faithfully
Tears like rain fill oceans of sadness;
It’s the pain that we hide – greater than we see;
I’ve spoken to broken looking for suns to soak in,
But the heart is missing
Where a soul leaves space.
Average Nuisance, Unnoticed Weed.
You grow--then you die,
they do not notice when those ugly petals disappear from their garden.
Trapped beneath the shadows of their beautiful leaves,
Don’t stare at my hips and thighs, my lips, my neck, with accusations in your eyes
Don’t think your looks will make me cry
and die inside and want to hide
and fly on by mall-aisle five
I don’t need your “pretty”
Sit back and enjoy my simple description,
my easy to understand and lovely definition
Of this word that I experience every day.
When I walk to school or return home,
When I cruise in my car to get to the store,
