Beauty

I am not beautiful I am beauty

I am not attracted I am attractive

I’m the air that gets released

I’m the air that you breathe

But society only sends us plenty

That not many will show beauty

Like shooting stars falling down

But who knows when they will be found

I may have to shout at Audrey Hepburn to get her perfectionist face

I may have to scream at Marilyn Monroe to get her to do her pose that’s so mainstream, I’m so sick of it

Just to get women to deserve their beauty

That one saying, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

What’s the beauty behind that?!

Nothing is the beholder

And nothing is the beauty that we seek within

Beauty is a gentle wheelchair holding onto an elderly

Beauty is a mother nurturing her child on a rainy day

It is not the piano but the music it makes

It is the light we see through the darkness

It is a family that shows love for one another

Beauty is the hope in heaven

Beauty is not the eyes but how the eyes perceive

Beauty is not the mouth by how the lips are used

Beauty is not the hands but how the hands are navigated;

Softly and gliding or harsh and punishing.

Beauty is not speaking hard that leads to weakness,

But kindness that holds up the weak members of society being weakened

Beauty is not the same definition for everyone

Beauty is not any of us

But let us wash our eyes with quivering salvation