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I live in a country were pale skin is considered pretty

Which is an irony

Because most people are brown, bronze, dark, or colored

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They look at me with envy

And say I’m lucky…

Only because I’m pale, that they think me a beauty.

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Almost everyone here wants snow white skin

While I think “morenos” or “morenas” are beautiful

But I don’t try to change my skin color

Unlike most I see around me

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If beauty is just skin deep

Then I don’t want to be considered beautiful

I’d rather be seen as pretty because of my dry wit and sarcasm

Because of my intelligence and quirkiness

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I’ll shed this pale white skin

And be a different kind of beauty

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Magic

As if by magic I am captivated

Drawn into

Lured by its beauty and grandeur

I can’t resist it

Can’t look away

I let it engulf me

Consume me

Embrace me in its grasp

Take hold of my every being

And whisk me away

Kryptonite

I saw a little light

I saw it sparkling bright

But it was dangerous

It was a kryptonite.

It glowed brightly green

Shinning under the moonlight

But not everything is at it seems

Because the gem is a kryptonite.

Beauty in Death

A flower about to wilt is just as beautiful as the one blossoming.

People don’t acknowledge it, but there is beauty in death too.

View

At the top of the world

Seeing the beauty

The wonder and marvel

Behold!

I can’t relate to makeups

To tips and their tutorials

Sometimes I think it’s too superficial

But I hold my tongue.
Why can’t women be encouraged to read more books?

That intelligence is real beauty

That the mind be powered

Rather than the face getting powdered

That we buy more of what can help fuel our astounding brains

Rather than outer beauty that melts away with age.

Unperfect

She couldn’t fit the standard of society

So she stopped trying to be it’s impossible beauty

She walked lighter and judged herself less

She didn’t care if others thought she was a mess

She no longer waited to be called beautiful

She was unperfect and for her, this was more acceptable

Dictated Beauty 

I want to cry, I want to hide

I want to be where I’m alone

Where no one can hurt me

The media, the TV, they tell and show you things of what beauty should be

And I am a fool enough to believe them

I am blinded

I do not see myself.
I try to fit in but I just can’t

Or maybe I never wanted to

But it hurts when you try to stand up for yourself

While their boots of shaming are keeping you to the ground.
So I wish for days of alone time

With no one to tell me I’m not worth it

I try and heal the scars before they start creating new one’s again.

Do You See?

It took me by surprise

And then I realized

The moon has always been so beautiful

Though the eyes of a lover might think it more wonderful

The sky is bluer

The grass greener

But it’s always been so.

It’s a matter of choosing what to see

Am I Ugly?

They look, they stare

They wonder, they dare

They ask me why I’m still single

It sometimes makes me feel worthless, hence, I don’t mingle

They talk, they whisper

Words can hurt, they can blister

And even without a word I feel they’re saying smugly

You’re still single because you’re ugly

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