Hues of orange splash the sky
Splattered like magnificent painting greeting the early commuters off to work
I sigh a little as I saw only a glimpse of it
I wanted to pause the moment before the busy day and just bask in awe under it
The sun showing its glow but not quite the full show
I take a photo of it in my mind and I smile inwardly thinking how beautiful the day will be
Like balloons I am colourful outside
But sensitive and fragile inside.
Playful, captivating, alluring
Also intelligent, insensitive, and all too caring.
Like balloons, I can be fun
Yet I can also be glum.
I burst and pop out joy
And also suddenly deflate and be annoyed.
I can be a pop of red or a subtle green
But also be blue and gray and in between.
I can be as put together like a bouquet,
But also, like balloons I often float away.
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If you close your eyes
You will see more
More of the reality that you’ve been missing
I live in a country were pale skin is considered pretty
Which is an irony
Because most people are brown, bronze, dark, or colored
They look at me with envy
And say I’m lucky…
Only because I’m pale, that they think me a beauty.
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
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
I’ll shed this pale white skin
And be a different kind of beauty
I used to see colors of different hues
Then I only saw all blues
Clouds once white now heavy gray
I think I’ll sulk here and stay
Love once pure, now it’s stained
Everything lost, nothing gained
She was a ghost!
White, no, pale
She was different from most.
Others loved her fair skin
Many coveted hear paleness
But she never liked her color, the same way she hated her chin.
She hated being thought of as pretty just because of her skin color
She wanted to be seen as more
Because she is more than just her skin color.
I wanted to see them
Life was getting dull and I was getting tired…all the time
I’d wish I was away to somewhere tranquil
Rather than stuck in this cubicle
If I saw colors, it would light me up
It would let me see the real beauty
To be more positive and be happier
I need them now, more than ever
Their profile, is filtered.
They see the world
They take a photo
They share it so everyone else can envy them
But their life is filtered.
As if they live in a rose colored world
As if they are perfect
They go the extra mile just to get a million likes
Because their world is filtered.