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