The Beautiful Grit
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Beauty.
Is that one word
really big enough?
It describes so much…
The pain she feels
when she looks in the mirror.
Sad, because she can’t
compare to the Barbie
two lockers down.
The separation
of the betters
and the lessers.
The difference is obvious.
The line drawn
between attainable
and out of reach.
The poor guy never
even had a chance.
The reason
for the blood
spattered on the pink carpet,
bright but not quite bubblegum.
Or the laxatives
on her dirty white counter,
polluted with the stench
of rotting food and stomache acid.
Beauty.
Is that word really
dirty enough to describe
All it stands for?