The dawn of beauty has sunk deeper within walls and the world has grown grey the scars engraved on her skin is what i see as "beautiful" a man, hand in hand, with another man, is what i see as "beautiful" the curves of her shape, the freckles on his shoulders but television screens, pages on magazines only parades porcelain skin, thigh gaps beautiful women, clumps of mascara, curves drawn to our waists, society can't accept us, if imperfection will hold us together when we are falling apart.