NaturalBeauty
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I lurk from the window,
To view a beautiful rainbow,
With its multiple colour seven,
And it looks just like heaven.
When the sun sinks in the west,
Stars with the moonlight,
A fiery sunset over a lake at dusk
The intricate carvings on an ivory tusk
The ocean’s waves that crash and roar
And break upon a distant shore
The silvery twinkle in the stars at night
Is it true?
the words I hear
and the visuals I see,
beyond truth is all I ever believe,
but for me to see,
and for me to hear
is it reality?
the feelings that i feel
I watch you stain a canvas with your presences
soft breath whispers your eyes don't see and
your ears don't hear
endless odysseys of conversations I’ve had with you
your body language the tool of choice
Hair tied in knots,
Lipstick smeared off,
The room that I'm in,
Littered with cloth.
Homework undone,
Bed untidy,
Finding myself,
Dirty and grimy.
I take a step back,
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
In the mirror,
I stare at my opposite twin
who stares back at me.
She is beautiful, yet worn;
she is mysterious, yet ordinary.
And there is no way of talking to her
I rub my eyes,
Eyeliner,
Mascara,
Streaks my face.
Makeup remover,
Wipe,
By wipe,
It disappears.
I continue,
Foundation,
Concealer,
When you look at the world What do you see?
Do you view your food and friends in Mayfair and Valencia?
Your wasting your time deciding which accent makes your skin look tan
I'm going to bring up
Gender equality
Being a "feminist"
And what that means.
Let's talk about stereotypes
And why they exist
Why we continue to accept
The explanations they give
As if:
From the coils on my head
To the Birth mark on my right arm
From the pigment of my skin
To the beauty of my charm
I am the expressed genes of my DNA
Genetically selected me I must say
I was born flawless
Why you may ask
Because I'm me
And God made
I'm a woman
I'm a sister
I'm a daughter
I' m a best friend
My imperfections make me flawless
No filter is needed to see who this is
A girl with such a bliss
Someone who they miss
But in history, they've shown of me what should be
As now I uncover my destiny
Now the filters may disappear
Pick this up
Pick that up
Shut your mouth
Women should be seen
Not heard.
Make me tea
Make me breakfast
Make me tea
Make me lunch
Make me tea
Make me dinner
so this is what you get when you wash me down
scrub me with scalding water until my skin is raw
lather and rinse and repeat
wash the layers of armor away
we watch as they swirl down the drain
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a different girl living in a Utopian world.
The girl is different from me, way different from what I've seen.
You cannot see me. I am a faceless person behind a computer screen. All you know about me is what I am about to tell you. Without all the physical stuff, this is me. The authentic and me that I strive to be.
My natural hair.
Long curly tresses that resemble that of a lion's mane.
Oh how I remember the pain,
The pain of sittin' in that wooden chair as my momma combed my hair.
I sit in class ready to learn but with a heart that’s been burned.
Not because of a boy but because of what I have done to myself.
The real me laughs but doesn’t smile
When I take a picture
I smile and stare at my relfection.
My mind wonders if they will like it
if they will see me the way I see me.
Who am I
How am I perceived by others because when I look in the mirror I am not examining myself
but viewing the flipped version of a puppet that everyone else sees
Underneath I have a dirty heart
You all will fail, so I can win
I am not clean and cut like my selfies
But I am rough and tough like so many
I do not really care about you
So what if I lie and say that I do?
What is beauty?
It is somewhat hard to say,
Because all things are beautiful
If you look at them the right way.
People focus on aesthetics;
Imperfections they will hide.
The Authentic Me
by Hunter E Jones
Does the selfie define me?
Am I worthy? Am I pretty?
I am a woman who can do it all
Even though I am so small
I have so much potential because I know most of the essentials
i am the one they call strange
annoying
weird
different
i am the girl who is ignored
unwanted
unneeded
i am the one who doesnt grow up
i probably never will
Rarely do I see stretch marks, bruises, and scars in the media
The absence of flaws on models and celebrities is extremely concerning
It implies that imperfections are a shameful appearance
And I don't want you
And I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
Blood as red as a rose
They said death was something that you just chose
Truthfully it chose you
The definition of flaw is defect or fault;
The definition itself is contradictory to Heaven and Earth.
Everyone is made specifically and perfectly as they are,
So any "flaws" are actually evidence of flawlessness.
Being flawless is not a trait that I used to see within myself
It was soemthing that I worked for, but never felt as though I would claim as mine...
I read about becoming flawless, the makeup piles stacking up on each shelf,
I’ve stopped drinking from the wishing well of health
Guaranteed to keep you young and make all your wishes
Come true. Despite the try my will ran dry
Has I came to the realization not everything is flawless
Hello
My name is Jasmine
I mean my name is Young
I mean my name is Girl
I mean my name is Woman
Hi there
I’d like to tell you a story
About summer
When it’s hot
I am flawless from my head to my toes
No clothes or filters can better what’s already gold
I shine so bright and I don't need to be told
For its my beauty within, that makes me so bold
While so many women are fixing their smile
And going to salons to get their hair dyed
I am being told that I have beautiful eyes
But as radiant as your smile could be
And as piercing as your eyes may be
They say 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'
What will The Beholders think when they see me?
I am ME.
I am not you.
I can not do you.
You can not do me.
I can do me.
I Sing like me,
Laugh like me,
Look like me.
Not You.
Beauty is more than what is seen with the eyes,
what I have is hidden.
More than just a beating heart with a pretty smile,
i have a free spirit too.
How could you ever tell,
Yes I know I'm flawless
Wow look at that confidence
I look at others so pretty and petite
But only wonder why they do not eat
I love to live and live to love
Those around me seem to think
there is a standard of being...
In my own valleys and tunnels there was truth
I cringed at the dip of my hips,
my attraction to feminity,
“I woke up like this”
Or maybe “I was born this way”
Heck I don’t know
But either way is okay
I could say
I worked hard for a body like this
Or that I spent hours
Plumping my lips
My hair and I were unhappy
Waking up with broken hairstrands got old
I wanted my hair to be straight
I wanted it to be soft with shine like gold
My hair and I were unhappy
That was just 2 years ago
Flay the skin away
Piece by piece
Layer after layer
What am I now?
Am I
The words tumbling out of my mouth
The thoughts rolling in my head
The despair deep in my heart
Highly underrated
Highly anticipated
Got one goal that is being the greatest
Prove doubters wrong when I make it
Been plotting this moment since my momma was pregnant
Love yourself first,
Love your imperfections,
Love your crazy side,
Love your silly side,
As the unwanted mask stares back at the reflection
She tells it that it looks better
and that all her insecurties are concealed under
that was the foundation of her life
I embody everything I thought I couldn't be
I am a spitting image of everything I thought I wouldn't be
I look in the mirror and feel full;
I woke up like this
5’1, neither team light-skinned nor dark-skinned tone
Eye sight on “ooo girl, how could you see out of those”
I just step out of the 90’s decade clothes
I am flawless because I am strong from once being weak,
I am not flawless because they told me to shrink,
I am flawless because I am successful and will threaten a male,
#flawless
There’s always two souls to a person
The one everyone sees from day to day
And the one that hides and waits for the chance of immersion
Because she never witnesses daybreak
Flashback
A blast from my past
10 years old and growing fast
A sweet little girl
Innocent and pure
Many times I see fear
For those around me it is clear
Boots, jeans, and cowboy hats don't belong here
Yet, I stand perfect my broken mirror
Strong eye makeup symbolizes my strength, but it does appear...
Hey, hey ya you!
Remember you are worth more than any star in the sky
From the pressures of life you become mroe like a diamond every day
You're more than an option, but an amazing opportunity
Dear Future Self,
You did it.
Living with no limits. Losing yourself in your passion. Rising up and growing into the best you could be. Your world was waiting for you.
We've all been bullied.
My eyes, different from the others.
My height, lacking.
My academics, an idiot amongst geniuses.
My personality, strange and twisted as can be.
Blah, blah, blah
A filter,
What is it really?
Is it something to purify the air?
Is it a mask?
Is it makeup?
Maybe even a photo enhancer?
Why must we enhance our lives?
Beauty is sunkissed cheeks
After an afternoon of adventure
Beauty is messy hair
After a night of studying
Beauty is teary eyes
After hearing a long forgotten melody
Beauty is intelligence
I am flawless
from head to toe
thought id let you know
im like a godess
i woke up like this
fill your eyes with bliss
and i called it
dont need no man
because i got a plan
I woke up
I had to wake up
I had my whole life
Waiting ahead of me in strife.
I always dreamed of this moment
Could it be my time?
I could hear the chime
Of success calling my name
I wake up everyday trying to be #flawless
The lipstick, the blush, the eyebrows on #fleek
You know what AMERICA?
I am not my hair nor my skin
I am not a freak (well...maybe a little)
I am what lays within
my values, intellect, passions,
and relentless wit
Flawless
In knowing I am not perfect
But I aspire to life’s challenges
And I remain myself
Flawless
I am too tall.
I am too loud.
My hair is a mess in the morning.
My memory is not all that great.
Sometimes I forget to brush my teeth.
Sometimes I don't want to take a shower.
I'm worth more than a thousand sunswashing away at the darkness of those around memy voice blooms roses with the way my wordsgrow thorns yet project passionate beauty.
When I wake up I look in my mirror and see the
Most real version of myself
Dark circles
Crazy Bed head
Drool on the side of my mouth
And freckles everywhere
My intelligence is responsible for all things that make me heaven sent
I honestly feel like my eloquence allows me to have more chemistry
Less flawed than most
Imperfect-perfections
spotted scales
hairy knuckes
I am one of a kind
I am the kind of one
who has wrinkles streaming from their eyes
Smile lines
You know i'm a girl
i dont know f hat a blesing or not
soceity exepts so much
Im just a young women trying to be heself
You know this ued to eally get to me
"Is my butt big"
Motherless..Fatherless.. that's the scar I hide everyday.
Often quiet and to myself..it's not that I don't have anything to say.
Not enough time to express what goes on in my mind.
Focused for the day and the Grade A letters to be exchanged
Letters we all focus on that will define for the rest of our lives
My legs, My legs,
O' they are much better than pegs.
Through lush green fields I dance and I prance,
O' how my greatest treasure lies under my pants!
My calves are smooth and supple,
Very beautiful, incredibly smart
Nothing but goodness in her heart
A smile on her face every single day
and kind words when you come her way
I'm about to write this poem,
but first let me take a sefie.
Ducklips Filters and angles
When I was younger, I was a bonfire.
I blinded all who came to hurt me,
and could comfort those who sought my warmth.
I lit my surroundings with my wild light,
and was never afraid
Me, I think I’m average, not perfectAverage guy, with average grades.Pretty average situation...But then I stop. Average? No.Perfect? No.
When I walk down the street, I feel their eyes
They look at me but don’t know why
I used to stay in my room and hide
Scared of judgments, Terrified.
One day I took a glance in a glass
Taking a picture day in and day out little imperfections
Quickly to be corrected hide the true beauty waiting to be discovered
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Whom hold's that position?
Whom is this beholder and what gave him, or her the right to set beautiful's standards.
I may not have the biggest bust, but my heart is by far huge.
“They” say there are certain standards to conform to
That a lady needs to watch her mouth and hold her opinion.
“They” want to mold me into society’s ideal unflawed woman who bites her tongue and cooks in the kitchen.
Don't wanna be conceited
I just wanna speak the truth
I've got unblemished skin
And I've had a fruitful youth
My teeth are white and pearly
So my smile's always great
My hair is soft and shiny
I rise in the morning and gaze at my kingdom;
the wavy grasslands of my hair,
the muddy pools of amber eyes.
I see the stretch of sand dune skin,
I have hills and valleys on me.
I am sassy,
as some may know.
Its flawless in design,
and that, I like to show!
I might have some odds and ends about myself,
And those problems I might have to lug and tow.
My bottom isn't the biggest, my thighs aren't the thickest
But I'm perfect exactly how I am
My cheeks aren't blemish free, everybody doesn't have to like me
But I'm perfect exactly how I am
The door opens.
One step to your destiny.
You peer in and see the faces,
The people who are looking straight at you.
Will you fail?
Will you fall?
Hesitation sets in
Music poundin’, phrases boundin’-
baby I’m flawless…
Strings screechin’, conductor preachin’-
Baby I’m Flawless…
I am flawless because I am
One of God's beautiful creations
Not because I am man-made,
A photoshop modification
I am stubborn,
And sure, I may cry my eyes red
But I'm flawless because I'm here,
What makes me flawless isn't what you see
It's inside of me
Just because my face isn't perfect
And I don't always look great
It doesn't mean that I'm a fake
Beauty is also from within
"Beauty is pain."
The phrase I was raised on.
My mom, my grandmother, my great grandmother-
Whether it was while brushing my difficult hair, or applying mascara to my innocent and eager eyes before school,
Eyes, nose, lips, Flawless.
Glasses, nose ring, braces, Flawless.
Silky brown skin all among the ends.
makeup
celebrities
perfect bodies
and then there’s me
so much pressure to look the part
they forget to look at our heart
I have awaken amongst the restless, my eyes like the crack of dawn raising from the tired less sleep of being naive and ready to take on the worlds wit and wisdom.
Beauty, Beauty she fell back into her a pool of pressure.
As she felt every ounce of water seeping into her skin
It reminded her of the pressure of being being ideal
as she drowned in her pool of sins
Which is really you,
the person behind the curtain,
or the person your
best friend
boyfriend
parent
ecclesiastical leader
God
There are 7,289,823,512 people that I'm-
stealing from, sharing with,
against, along,
trying to please.
It's hard to believe that a girl like me is Flawless.
There are so many things that feel about myself,
That are just....not.
I don't physically flawless.
I can point out everything I hate easily,
They say I should be petite
That I shouldn't eat
Hell, I'm a big girl and I like me some meat!
As a little girl your momma always tells you
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That beauty isn"t only skin deep
That young girls don't need make up and filters
To be pretty
Beautiful.
I am just a word, but when you read me
what do you see?
Am I a famous celebrity or model?
I’m not just black
I am extraordinary
Not your ordinary species that make up man-kind
But specially hand-crafted by the Creator,
A pure manifestation of his brilliant mind
Tumbled stones
Ebbing tides
Salty mist
Nature's prize
Breathing in
Letting go
