Beauty

Beauty

Seen in everyone's eyes, but still deprived. 

It has become a type of evil, that comes from within.

It shields our eyes from what's real and what's not.

We see long hair and lighter skin.

We strive for thinner waists and curvy features.

We forget about morals and intellect.

But we cherish the "look" that so few of us have.

Who Am I to question what God created?

Who Am I to say that you, me, she, or he is not beautiful?

That WE as a people, are not beautiful?

Society has become blinded by materislic believes.

 

If I could change anything I would open our eyes?

Open our eyes to a new light of beauty, a new definition.

An opportunity for every color, size, and texture to be beautiful.

Just as we were meant to be. 

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