Beauty...

Mon, 07/11/2016 - 03:12 -- Sdot

The beauty of the world has been masked with a false sense of acceptanceYou are designed In his favor and you aren't even smart enough to accept itWe simply continue to reflect on the irrelevant and neglect what's most importantAnd if we could really feel just a portion of gorgeous then we would understand that beauty is filled with flaws and the world is filled with man made laws that were created to stroke egos of those with low self esteem Think pro- self, redeem that appearance that's so astounding, that it leaves critics dumb founded... I don't need a fly chick, I need a woman that stays grounded, that keeps grinding, that keeps reminding me that the day isn't over even after our seeds are sound asleepThere seems to be too many sheep in this HurdNot enough shepherds on the pastures to pastor the words that leads to better actionsOnce again the beauty has been maskedFact: Although black men make up only 6 percent of the U.S. population, they account for 40 percent of the unarmed men shot to death by police last year, that fear has them wiping us off of the map.Fact: Farrakhan said shoot down any one that isn't black.Hoping to Cut ties and split wigs with split ends attached to tracksChemicals attacking you by the roots... Touching our youth for collateral let's keep it naturalAnd since we're keeping it so factualBeauty is in the eye of the beholder And who are you to try to hold control of my identityIf I was music id be a symphonyAnd if I were a memory everyone would remember meShow me the faces that they pretend to beBut I could never accept that false sense of acceptance The traces of this face is one sided and destined Blessed and free to forget about the stresses of ugly, the overindulgence of money, momentarily stunning, a monetary beauty that we have become accustomed toMona Lisa couldn't even smile through that hardened paint, crack and crease free Covering up these tainted black queens but despite these things if we knew how to feel just a portion of gorgeous..

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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