beautiful; the pleasing of the senses or mind aesthetically.
a word so simple, but yet im so scared of it
when something is rare to you
and almost foreign
fear accompanies each time
im scared of the opinions of my peers and my people and myself
i stand here trying to look like everybody else
i stand here and try to be beautiful
the stereotypes are degrading
it feels as if our beauty has grading
A, B, C, D? Y, does so much beauty go over looked?
some girls hear it everyday
others wait for a lifetime
a word so delicate and charmingly used
that eats away at my brain
as i point out the hues of my red under-toned cheeks
and stare into the mirror
just trying to see clearer into myself and not just what i see in front of me
i have a fear of looking different and my fear is a reality that i live everyday
i don’t look like you and you don’t look like me
but i still so strongly believe that you’re more beautiful than me
and you can tell me all you want and as I hear the sympathy in your voice
i give myself a choice to either listen and lie
or go home and cry
the tears ive shed for my looks are the same tears ive shed for the books
as i remember each time previous that I cried on my bed while staring at gorgeous girls
and wondered, when will i be praised for my beauty or i question if I have beauty at all
and i soon fall into a deep pit
staring at my body and into my own reflections eyes as i slowly start to crumble
break down in defeat, hard to recover
get knocked off my feet
look up at a light to dry my tears
walk outside the bathroom door and face my fear of being asked “did you just cry?”
to which i answer “no” and make up a stupid lie
im not begging for people to tell me im beautiful
im begging for people to be more open
and never thinking of closing
don’t tell me im funny, tell me i have a pretty personality
don’t tell me im smart, tell me im intelligent because smarts are probably beautiful too
and don’t tell me you miss me, tell me you want to be around my lovely self
or don’t at all
and be open and tell me that i have a ****** personality
or that i brag about my grades
or i get too annoying for you
because what pleases you, pleases me
gaining a new perspective of someones beauty
no matter the fire from the response
whether it be from thoughts, actions or words
there is beauty in all of it
and please don’t be like me
cause can’t you see?
i never thought i had beauty
until i wrote this
and now i see what i wanna be
because now i see beauty in me
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
beautiful; the pleasing of the senses or mind aesthetically.
a word so simple, but yet im so scared of it
when something is rare to you
and almost foreign
fear accompanies each time
im scared of the opinions of my peers and my people and myself
i stand here trying to look like everybody else
i stand here and try to be beautiful
the stereotypes are degrading
it feels as if our beauty has grading
A, B, C, D? Y, does so much beauty go over looked?
some girls hear it everyday
others wait for a lifetime
a word so delicate and charmingly used
that eats away at my brain
as i point out the hues of my red under-toned cheeks
and stare into the mirror
just trying to see clearer into myself and not just what i see in front of me
i have a fear of looking different and my fear is a reality that i live everyday
i don’t look like you and you don’t look like me
but i still so strongly believe that you’re more beautiful than me
and you can tell me all you want and as I hear the sympathy in your voice
i give myself a choice to either listen and lie
or go home and cry
the tears ive shed for my looks are the same tears ive shed for the books
as i remember each time previous that I cried on my bed while staring at gorgeous girls
and wondered, when will i be praised for my beauty or i question if I have beauty at all
and i soon fall into a deep pit
staring at my body and into my own reflections eyes as i slowly start to crumble
break down in defeat, hard to recover
get knocked off my feet
look up at a light to dry my tears
walk outside the bathroom door and face my fear of being asked “did you just cry?”
to which i answer “no” and make up a stupid lie
im not begging for people to tell me im beautiful
im begging for people to be more open
and never thinking of closing
don’t tell me im funny, tell me i have a pretty personality
don’t tell me im smart, tell me im intelligent because smarts are probably beautiful too
and don’t tell me you miss me, tell me you want to be around my lovely self
or don’t at all
and be open and tell me that i have a ****** personality
or that i brag about my grades
or i get too annoying for you
because what pleases you, pleases me
gaining a new perspective of someones beauty
no matter the fire from the response
whether it be from thoughts, actions or words
there is beauty in all of it
and please don’t be like me
cause can’t you see?
i never thought i had beauty
until i wrote this
and now i see what i wanna be
because now i see beauty in me
