innerbeauty
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I am not evil
When you looked away for two minutes, I am still the same person I was 2 minutes ago.
I whistle a tune
unbeknownst to all
subjugating aerodynamics
take flight in the V, they quack
no? I chose the letter G
I hum a melody
that pricks the ears of Grays
shall they
This overwhelming tension is so blissful.
How your soul is not resentful.
You're the definition of freedom, unique spirit that's so seldom.
Exterior of a goddess, superiority on every asset,
I am a girl
who when she was little belived in the world
She imagined that she would be innocent and pure
We say we love roses
yes, they're beautiful
but what about the leaves and roots?
why not love them too?
for they are what make the rose grow beautiful
We say we love him
for his looks that is
Hair tied in knots,
Lipstick smeared off,
The room that I'm in,
Littered with cloth.
Homework undone,
Bed untidy,
Finding myself,
Dirty and grimy.
I take a step back,
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
When you look at the world What do you see?
Do you view your food and friends in Mayfair and Valencia?
Your wasting your time deciding which accent makes your skin look tan
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
When I take a picture
I smile and stare at my relfection.
My mind wonders if they will like it
if they will see me the way I see me.
Underneath I have a dirty heart
You all will fail, so I can win
I am not clean and cut like my selfies
But I am rough and tough like so many
I do not really care about you
So what if I lie and say that I do?
The Authentic Me
by Hunter E Jones
Does the selfie define me?
Am I worthy? Am I pretty?
"Four eyes", "big forehead", all the things that my haters said.
"Big lips", "big nose to", thought I was cute, they like "who told you?"
I am a woman who can do it all
Even though I am so small
I have so much potential because I know most of the essentials
I see hope.
I see light.
I see a love
For life that might
Hide deep inside
His heart,
Beneath pain and sorrow
That tears him apart.
I hear cries.
I hear sobs.
Rarely do I see stretch marks, bruises, and scars in the media
The absence of flaws on models and celebrities is extremely concerning
It implies that imperfections are a shameful appearance
*Read the poem down first, then read it from bottom up. These two readings represent the filtered self -views of people in society vs. the individualistic view I have of myself, completely filter free*
Blood as red as a rose
They said death was something that you just chose
Truthfully it chose you
I am flawless from my head to my toes
No clothes or filters can better what’s already gold
I shine so bright and I don't need to be told
For its my beauty within, that makes me so bold
Highly underrated
Highly anticipated
Got one goal that is being the greatest
Prove doubters wrong when I make it
Been plotting this moment since my momma was pregnant
When I walk down the street, I feel their eyes
They look at me but don’t know why
I used to stay in my room and hide
Scared of judgments, Terrified.
One day I took a glance in a glass
I am Kenna
In every sense of the word
I am inside jokes
and finger pricks
and two a.m. cheezit cravings
and study hall naps
and tear stains on a pillow case
and stretch marks
Let perfection be built by society,
But,
There is just one assumption worth to be heard and read,
Inner beauty can shine brighter,
I stare at the mirror
Watching anxiety pour
My dignity crawls beneath me
Heaving on all fours
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Yourself.
You need to be
Flawless, everyone knows it.
You can be beautiful,
Glitter with excellence.
You can shine,
But only if you want to.
They say that girls are made of curves -
that we are smiles
and acceptance,
a circle of understanding arms,
our feminine charms meant to lure you in:
a siren call.
You constantly remind me that I am not good enough not pretty enoughLeave me hung in your closet like the bastard child that only wanted to be lovedYou laugh and hiss telling me beauty is not skin deep
I look at him through a dark tunnel,
The only light comes from the exits made of glass.
Watch as he starts to stumble
I'm hidden in the tall grass
Through that dark tunnel,
Her eyes see better than my own. She is admired by all. She has clarity, vision, and artistry. She produces works of art so clear, viewers are transported to a land of freedom and possibility.
I have fought to become the handsome man I am today,
This uniform policy just teaches "what I am is not okay".
Being able to wear fashion is more than just looking cool,
We all have a story that made us who we are,
But that doesn’t mean we are stuck.
Listening to the torment,
Believing all the lies.
Hiding in the shadows,
Of those judging eyes.
All day long I fight the good fight against my eyes,
A constant reminder I'm slave to my sight.
What a shame, the content with such snide ties.
I suppose it's time for me to grow wise,
Confidence, she wears a yellow dress,
Doing nothing, but her best
In all that life throws at her
Disregarding all the rest.
Confidence, she wears a yellow dress.
