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Philomena Sep 2016
Dear America,
How are you ?
I must ask what do you see as beauty . For I am a young black women who just want to be beautiful in your eyes and so I ask what must I become to be such in yours. Must I buy the hair of foreigners and wear it as my own since I know my natural hair and rough texture to distasteful for your eyes. I have become too ashamed of my appearance therefore please tell me what I must do to be beautiful. I know that my thick thighs and curves are not acceptable. I eat less and run more but I can't seem to quite reach the image displayed in the magazines. My buttocks are quite small and I do not have the means to pay for implantations but I want to be beautiful so I must find a way, right? Oh America my biggest blemish is my dark skin. I search for bleaching products since lighter skin women are superior and I must be part of the hierarchy of beauty. My skin contains this substance called melanin that I just can't seem to get rid of but of course I won't disappoint you I will find a way to become the right complexion.  America I truly do want to be beautiful in your eyes and will do what is necessary. I want men to find me appealing, I want my fellow women to envy my beauty, and most of all I want to be what you view beautiful. ..I have foreign hair now no more  of that rough natural hair, my skin is much lighter and I am a size zero now with a large buttocks. I do not recognize myself in the mirror but why does that matter because you think I'm beautiful now, right America?
RyanMJenkins Jul 2013
Flying with words from a Buddhist,
Fully understanding why I do this.

Through the thick grasses of what used to be
Vibrations grew, leading me to the new, beautifully.
Pushed passed predators policing my passionate prison,
To find the transparent temple of tranquility was always within.
The phoenix has risen, and the flakes of ash laid out the now vibrant path
Sprouting plants, and cherished moments alike.

I had a groove movin' though me
and it was so surreal that I felt I had to give out that electric feel.
Crowds of countless surrounded a gate watching performers at play.
I was where I wanted to be, and wouldn't have it any other way
The tempo picked up and amplified vibes throughout,
It rains through our souls as if we've been enduring a drought
Intensity increased and we got lifted off the herbal medication.
Took everything in with my senses, total awareness meditation.
Spotted a brown-eyed beauty in my peripheral,
Locked into contact the connection was mystical

All worries and concerns in this space and time were less than minimal

Hands grazed sparking the flame of something physical
Made a space in my magnetic field, that she knew just how to fill
Our bodies locked together, in a sea of individuals
A love was shared right there with the pair, unequivocal.

Stars align for moments in time,
And this was one of those bliss-ridden moments
Where you just wanna delicately hold it
~Like I held her~
Direct hand and body implantations of warm vibrations
Brought further realizations on how to live

I continued on,
Following breaths knowing I had nothing but love to give,
and a smile to wear.
I don't know exactly where I'm going,
but I know I'll be there
With spare energy to emit unto you, and you to infinity

Our destinies are recipes,
That manifest when we realize we were already blessed with the ingredients.
Don't let fear or worry rule, when results are not immediate,
Because everything you are, and everything you do,
is significant.

Be the bearers of love you want to stumble upon
Which may be on someone's lawn,
Sharing smiles and laughter until the light indicates dawn.
Expose your universe through openness, and equanimity, letting your divinity shine through.
Then, friends, you attract waves of radiation from the pure that want to share their world with you.

Expectations can cause complications,
So look around and ~just be~.

Instinctively interested in the intricate,
Imagination captivating me, so I'll close my eyes and sit with it.
I leave pieces of me wherever I go,
But it took me a long time to realize I was always whole.
I openly give my heart out, some would call it a steal
But none can say I don't genuinely reach out without zeal
Growing forever, watering my roots
Ecstatically entangled in a web of mystery, nomadic in this book.
Changing history, but sometimes it's satisfying to reread,
~Let's have another look~

No pictures on the pages, but each word is so evocative to me

So I must continue writing, and experimenting with experiences
Loving from the inside out, reading body language.
*One step at a time, this is going to be a story for the ages
brandon nagley May 2015
You can see the lines mapped on the old tribesmen's face,
You can see his whole life by a tropical indigenous smile,
You can see all the love he's given through medicine, ritual, and spiritual implantations!!!
See the lines on his face go north and south,
Yet either way you map it,
You can see the lost city of gold lying beneathe his ancient pupils!

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