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.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
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.
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