Everyday i cross the waters flowing amongst the river called my mind. Each and every moment devine. Waves crashing with each and every word bashing through my head. 'you're ugly with your uneven skin tones, red blotches. grassy hair, bruised legs.' She repeats. Whirling like cyclones. Never will i be beauty. But Beauty will never be Beautiful. Only then, when my whirling mind reaches beauty will i know that it is dark.